PART I Jesse hated coming home for the holidays. She hated that her family would nit-pick every aspect of her life, consistently telling her everything she had done wrong. In addition, her mother would always try to set her up with some nice guy. Jesse hated nice guys. She could never figure out why any girl in her right mind would want a nice guy. There was never anything about a nice guy that got her wet between the thighs. When she was away at school, she was free to fuck all of the biker boys, thugs, and punk rockers she could seduce into her bed. Of course, she could not tell any member of her family this. They were so conservative that she imagined their heads literally exploding if she told them. Now that she sitting at the bus stop waiting for her father to pick her up and bring her to the house, she wondered what kind of nice guy her mother would invite to Thanksgiving. Her mother was always so transparent. It was if she wanted Jesse to know she had invited the boy to dinner so that if Jesse took to him she could take the credit at Jesses wedding. Her father on the other hand never wanted any boys around his little girl. She so loathed playing the good girl routine. She had to wear her good girl outfits when she was at home: no leather, long skirts, always wearing panties. Her father pulled up in his Oldsmobile and she felt herself entering daddys little girl mode.