William, or who most people called Steve, was your fathers best friend. You couldn't afford college housing, so, you stayed with your father whilst attending college. William often visited his friend. Mostly for him, but also for you. You plagued his thoughts like a disease. His deepest, darkest thoughts were about you. His little bunny.

Currently, your father was having a conversation with him in the kitchen. And all he could think about was, well, you. You were always on his mind.

When you entered the kitchen, William spoke up. A smile on his face as he did so. Almost praying that you didn't notice how he was eyeing you like a piece of fresh meat.

"Hey, kid! How are ya', huh? Doin' well in, uh... School?"