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BORN TO BE

A DAUGHTER

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"When you hear a man bragging about being masculine...chances are he isn't!"

BORN TO BE A DAUGHTER

by Kristi Love & Susan Henkin with a little help from Alice Trail

Continued from

BORN TO BE A BRIDE TVC # 46

Karen again,

Chapter 10

I was preparing dinner when Bob's car pulled into the garage. "Honey, we're home," I heard him call out. "We? He must have Ted with him," I concluded. "I'm in the kitchen," I called out while drying my hands. "We'll be in the living room," Bob returned.

I was a bundle of nerves as I left my kitchen. "What will Ted think when he sees me? What will he say? I haven't seen him in over a month. The last time we'd spoken was before the Las Vegas trip. At that time, his remarks were totally degrading, and I'm not looking forward to hearing them again!" Determined to stand up for myself, I entered the living room. Instead of a shout of defiance, I emitted a loud gasp!

Bob was standing by the fireplace next to a lovely young girl. She retreated a step when I entered, and her eyes grew as large as saucers. She seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place her.

The girl turned a shade of pink, her legs wobbled, "Dad?" she started, then stopped with a bright blush.

Looking her over, I noticed that she was wearing a pink two piece dress. Her short skirt flared out attractively about her nylon encased thighs and her lovely trim legs shimmered in bare nylons as she stood nervously in pink three inch pumps. Her blonde hair fell about her face in long