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It was a big day for eighteen-year-old Lauren. Her father Zack had been released from prison a week ago, having served eight years for manslaughter. Lauren was just a blonde hair, blue eyed, ten-year-old angel of innocence when her dad saved an old lady from being mugged.
Although the community lauded her father as a hero, the judiciary system saw it differently. The 6ft 2' man-mountain, with tattoos all over his body, was seen as a vigilante and sentenced to prison for going too far.
The two nineteen-year-old men, trying to mug the old lady, were drug addicts, victims of a broken society. They needed saving themselves, but Lauren's dad saw the situation differently. He slammed on the brakes of his pickup, bolted from the vehicle and proceeded to give the two men a beating they'd never forget. For one of them, however, it was a beating he'd never recover from.
Tried for murder, convicted on grounds of manslaughter, Lauren's dad would wait eight years to see his little girl again. Zack insisted his daughter never visit him in prison. He didn't want Lauren to see him locked up behind bars or inside the visiting room beside hardened criminals. He wanted his only child, his little angel, to remain innocent for as long as possible.
During the time Zack was in prison, Lauren's mum had a string of affairs. Not married, they inevitably split up and Lauren and her mother eventually met and moved in with Kalvin, a successful businessman. By the age of fourteen he became Lauren's stepfather.
Kalvin brought stability into Lauren's life. He treated her as his own and protected her in the way Zack wished he had. His understandable jealousy mellowed over the years though, and he thanked the heavens above for seeing over his daughter.
Lauren's mother sent photos of their daughter into prison as she grew up, but Zack stopped that after some of the photos were stolen from his cell and distributed around the other inmates.
Fast forward eight years, and Zack was released early on good behaviour.
It was hot day in July when Lauren went to the address her father gave her, over the phone two weeks ago. He wanted to sort out his one-bedroom flat before inviting his daughter over, who he hadn't seen since she was ten.
They had spoken on the phone once a month whilst he was in prison, and wrote many letters to each other, but hearing her father's voice as a free man, knowing she was going to finally see him in person again, had Lauren more excited than when she was at Christmas, or when she passed her school exams, and even when she passed her driving exam and Kalvin bought her a brand-new car.
Pulling up outside a tall tower block, in a run-down part of the city, Lauren stepped out of her yellow Ford Fiesta, with its private number plate 'L8UEN', and immediately caught the attention of a gang of teen boys. They looked nothing but trouble, wearing sports tracksuits and baseball caps, leaning against a wall on BMXs whilst smoking cigarettes.
"Are ya lost, blondie?" one of the youths grinned lecherously at the curvaceous blonde, stepping off his BMX.
Lauren had dressed for the weather, not expecting to encounter a gang of boys in such a risky area.
"You got some damn big tittys on you, baby!" another of the youths grinned and rested his BMX against the wall, glaring hungrily at her cleavage.
"I don't want any trouble," Lauren gulped. Her heart start pounding.
"We can see that, baby. You look hot as fuck in that dress. Looking for some fun, babe?"
The gang were smirking, one or two with their hands inside their pants as they eyed Lauren like a piece of meat that had just been thrown to a pack of hungry hyenas.
Anywhere else in the city, and Lauren would have looked like another beautiful, young woman out enjoying the sun in her red and white ditsy, floral, shirred back cami dress. She'd be teasing the male population with her ample cleavage to, but here, in the slums, having arrived in a bright yellow car, with a private number plate, she looked like a sexy, young woman who'd just driven into the wrong neighbourhood, an easy victim for a gang of youths who didn't give two-fucks about the law.
"GO ANYWHERE NEAR MY DAUGHTER AND I'LL KILL THE FUCKING LOT OF YOU! NOW FUCK OFF!"
Lauren and the gang looked up at the front of the tower block to find a man, with a shaved head and goatee beard, glaring down at them. He looked full of rage, ready to jump out the window and carry out his threat.
"Chill out, mate! We were just asking if she needed directions!" the ringleader squeaked, cowering back to his BMX.
Lauren smiled and her father waved her up to the sixth floor.
"Take care, blondie. You're hot, but you ain't worth the hassle from your dad."
The gang rode off on their BMXs, leaving Lauren relieved and free to enter the run-down tower block.
When Lauren stepped out of the urine, graffiti-stained elevator, which had noisily limped its way to the sixth floor, Zack was waiting full of pride to greet his daughter. This is what real freedom looks like, he thought.
"Lauren," he grinned, close to tears.
"DADDY!" she screamed and ran to her father like she was ten years old again.
Their tight hug, full of love and joy, brightened up the gloomy sixth floor of the tower block. Zack inhaled a deep breath and squeezed his daughter tighter. The scent of her fragrance and shampoo filled his senses, and her large, firm, teenage breasts squashed against his hard body.
Smelling and holding a woman for the first time in eight years, even his own daughter, had Zack feeling uncomfortably aroused.
"How have you ended up here?" Lauren was still beaming with joy, but her words and tone were full of sadness. Her father was a good man, who'd made a terrible mistake. He didn't deserve this, she believed.
"It's only temporary until I can find some work. My probation officer is going to fix me up in the mechanical industry again. Come in love. It's the cleanest place in this shithole."
Lauren followed her dad into the flat and felt relieved to find it immaculate. It didn't have much in the way of furnishings, but her father had done a good job tidying the place. It smelt like a home, even if it only had a bed, cooker, fridge, some cupboards and a kettle. A TV, two-seater sofa, wardrobe and small set of drawers.
"You look the spitting image of your mother, Lauren. How is she doing these days?" Zack asked, handing his daughter a cup of coffee.
"She's doing really well. She's so happy you're finally out of prison," Lauren sat up from the sofa and carefully took the hot drink from her dad.
