3.14 Exhale

warning: nudity, NSFW, explicit language

     Surprisingly, everything went easily on the ride to Bridgeport. Not that it usually consisted of any trouble, but a periodically journey of such length could quickly become tiring. Far from the size of the hometown, it had been easy navigating the unknown city. Now, they'd been here so many times it almost felt like a familiar vacationspot. Not that it made it more comfortable leaving half the group behind, but she didn't want to tag along.

     It was all about entering the right underground, and take the right train. In general, sims here weren't any nicer than at home; often scoffing at his broad dialect. The main part of sims tended to completely ignore whoever they met, busy with their own lives. Is suited him just fine. What he thought was funniest was how completely deserted the city was at this time, right between the morning rush hours. Home, it seemed like rush hour all the time. Atleast it made the air cleaner.

     The hospitalwing of Bridgeports high security prison adorned itself with beeing the safest in simnation; for the inmates, employees and the surrounding area. It had still caused an outrage when the KG killer had been found guilty, and sentenced to forced psychological healthcare. After serving an embarassing sentence of fifteen years, she'd be eligble for hearing every five years after. To see if she was deemed sane and safe enough for release. In reality, she could also be incarcerated for life.

     The fact that she'd gotten away this easily was a sign of how much simoleons meant, but no one in their right mind would let Skuld out on the streets. Most of the times they'd met she'd been heavily medicated, and today wouldn't be an exception. She'd been in isolation for a while since she'd beaten a guard until he was hospitalized, which meant they hadn't met lately. As a result she was now only surrounded by women guards. Ian didn't know if Skuld had just wanted to be violent, or if the guard had done anything to make her react. Even in a fancy place like this, inmates were the subjects to abuse; especially from male employees. He wasn't sure what he'd preffer the case beeing; both would be equally horrifying.

     Ian! Her voice echoed against the empty walls, and her smile lit up the room. As they hugged, he was wasn't bothered with the guards seeing; it was a prison, not a torture camp. Well, to much cuddling wasn't allowed, but the guards usually didn't stop them. Ian drew in her sweet scent, easily forgetting everything she'd done. He still loved her, and she made his heart skip a beat. 

     Ofcourse he'd been furious as the case unfolded, but the more of her defence he'd heard, the more his heart bled for her. He'd had no idea how completely lost from reality she'd been. Maybe she'd even gotten worse as the years went by. 

     Hi my dove. Wondered if she knew that he still cared. 

     She smiled at him: I like it when you call me your dove.

     Isn't Aino coming? They'd barely sat down before she asked. And he lied, just like the did everytime: No, she's very busy at school right now. He wasn't sure what happened in his wifes head, but she didn't seem to remember what they talked about from one time to another. She'd been hospitalized for a long time after whatever had happened in their home. The police suspected it was one of her victims that injured her that badly, but they didn't know what had happened to him or her. She'd taken quite a bit of trauma to the head, so maybe that was the reason she forgot what they talked about. Or it might be the medication she was on, or that she lived in a fantazy world of her own free will.
    Do you have a picture of her I can see?
    I'm sorry my dove, the guards won't let me take one in. All of his pockets were emptied, and he got searched before every visit. But they would let him bring a picture ofcourse. It was just that Aino didn't want him to. So he didn't.

     But Morrigan is allowed to. She even has pictures of Belisama on her wall! Damnit, he kept forgetting about Skulds new "friend". Another inmate, the difference was that she was some crimelord that had payed to stay here instead of a prison. It payed off beeing a criminal with the right contacts it seemed. Just like it had for Skuld. It wasn't his influence ofcourse, it was her dad and brother: Morrigan is here for other reasons than you, so there's probably other rules. You know how the courts are. And she's native to Bridgeport. He's barely meet her in the hallway whilst beeing escorted, and she was of full health and clearly not a mental case. Not that he believed she was anywhere near as dangerous as his wife, but that was beyond the point.

     Skuld laughed sweetly: If I didn't know better, I'd say you were lying to me. He mimicked her laughted: That would've been a lot easier, wouldn't it? They kept laughing without the everpresent guards rolling their eyes once.
     How does she look? It was the same question every time: She's very beautiful. She was bound to be, with you as a mother. That always made her smile: She has your eyes... Skuld stopped him: But your haircolour... She knew that ofcourse, but still mentioned it every time. Yes, my haircolour. 
    And your nose? He nodded: And my nose. They smiled at eachother, before Skuld said: Then hers is straight, not lumpy like mine. He couldn't do anything but nod, knowing better than to say anything about her looks. After all, she'd killed all those sims because she wanted to stay young forever. And here she was; aging. She wasn't even allowed to have her hair the way she liked.

     Are you seeing anyone new? Skuld always asked that question after talking about how someone looked, her whole bodylanguage changing: No, no. He comforted her: You're the only one for me. I love you and only you. There's no one else for me. Trying to change the subject, he asked: Are you seeing someone?
     No ofcourse not. Did she just avoid eyecontact with him? He knew she'd slept with someone when he'd been in a coma. The only reason he knew was because she had been pregnant when she'd been attacked by in their cellar. Not surprisingly the fetus hadn't survived, and she'd never mentioned it.
 

      It was the dead that made me do it. Yeah, it was close to the end of visitationhours so the time had come to talk about "the dead". He'd hardly believed his own ears when that had been her defence. "The dead made me do it, so I could live forever". And her long dead aunt Oriana had told her how to take down "the hungry dead", so it wouldn't devour the world. Which ofcourse was whoever it was that had injured her that much.
     No wonder Aino had talked about all that weird stuff when she was a toddler, if this was what her mum had been feeding her. Poor girl, both of them: I know, dove. He calmly stroked her hand over and over: I'm not a bad sim, she said again. I know my love. The dead made you do it. The hungry dead, or starving dead, was part of Chinese folklore as far as he knew. Wondered why she'd started imagening that? It was famous folklore to, so she could've picked it up from anywhere.

     If the dead calls for you in a dream, don't answer them. Just don't. She sounded like a teacher wanting to get something into a students head. I won't, my love. Thanks for the warning. He wasn't sure if he should cater her imagination like that. But getting her to understand that it was her own doing that had killed all those sims was up to the healthcare system. He didn't have it in him to crush her like that.
     One of the guards interrupted them: Five minutes. It was time for him to leave, then he'd be back in a few weeks again. Like he was everytime.

     And just as everytime, Skuld clung to him, refusing to let go, so eventually the guards would drag them apart: Are you coming back again? She whispered into his chest: Ofcouse, my love. 
     He drew in her scent again, stroking her hair. It was still soft, as he remembered, even when she didn't have tons of expensive oils and conditioners to put in: Tell Aino that I said hi, and tell the family that I miss them so much. 
     I will. Farewell was hard enough without her reminding him. Ian hadn't told that her father recently died. It would break her heart, and he just couldn't do it. And he wasn't the only one that was allowed to see her; her brother could to; but he didn't want anything to do with her. Even if he'd gone through all that trouble to let her have as much comfort as possible: I love you Ian. 
     I love you to, my dove.

     Sometimes he found solace in knowing he wasn't the only one taking these long journeys, just for a short meeting. He found it to be worth the time. Skuld was what she was, but he loved her. She'd been his responsibility and he'd failed so big. Not only couldn't he protect her or his daughter; he wasn't even capable of protecting himself. It was impossible not to blame himself for beeing such a complete and oblivious idiot.
    There hadn't been a serial killer in Jericho in ages before her. And he hadn't even had the slightes clue. The media had named her, and that's when everything really had exploded. They'd been shunned for so long, but atleast sims were leaving them alone now. The families of the victims had sued them for pretty much all they got. Atleast they weren't bankrupt, but all Skulds assets were gone. He was confused in general, and he could just hope it didn't harm Aino more than his lack of presence already had.

     It was the ever present chance of him worrying to much, because she seemed rather fine. He knew that she'd believed she'd seen and talked to the dead. But now she'd come to terms with the fact that it had been her mothers influence. Other than her still wondering where her doll was, and her still wanting to find it; she took everyhting rather fine. Maybe she was a bit lonely, but her and Stein, Efraims boy, got along rather well.    
     Wiping sweat of his forhead, Ian always forgot how much warmer Bridgeport was than home. He'd thoughy about moving here when everything was at it's peak, but he hadn't wanted to take Aino away from her family. And there was always the chance of sims figuring it out no matter where in simnation they went.

     Speaking of the devil... Aino was usually a nice kid. She didn't have a mean streak in her, but she was a bit childish and immature. Not that strange, as she was barely a teenager. But her thinking about consequenses wasn't always the best. Well, again; she was a teenager. Atleast she seemed pretty normal, other than her complete lack of interest in beeing one of the cool kids. No one said that anymore, did they?    
     The most annoying thing with having a teenaged daughter, was surprisingly enough other adult sims. Usually they would come up to him and ask how he could let her dress like that? What was their problem either way? He didn't "let" her dress like that. It was her body, so she dressed it the way she wanted to. As long as she dressed appropriately for the weather, how was that even a problem? Even the school had whined about how her clothes was "distracting to the boys and the men that worked there".

     Well, they didn't have a clothing- policy so it was their own problem. To think that they thought a girls body was so inheritly sinful, that it was her job not to get drooled over.
     He'd just told them to tell the boys to stop treating girls like they were a piece of meat, and that they didn't exist for boys and men to stare at. And that they needed to fire creepy grown men that sexualized their students like that. Which should've been extremely obvious!
     Sheesh, would think he'd asked them to have nudist- day. And to be honest, if boys could go shirtless, his daughter couldn't even show her kneecaps? They were kneecaps... knees... how the hell was knees distracting to anyone unless it was aiming for your groin? Damned class- headmaster said Ian had a mangina. Which clearly showed what a sexist the guy was anyway. Like having a vagina was the worst thing in the world. Sims came out of vaginas after all.
     Aino, what are you doing?

     Jumping at the sound of his voice, she kicked the spraycan away: Nothing! Nothing at all! It was like that when I got here!! It wasn't me!
     He tried his very best not to laugh at her. Laughing at your kids was pretty bad, according to sims that knew it: And how long have I been here? 
     After a very long break, whispering to herself she answered: Long enough to see that it wasn't me.... Then she eyed him cautiously;... oooorrr a bit longer.... maybe? She ended the sentence with a smile so innocent only the guilty can produce it.
      I've been standing right next to you, since you started. Ian didn't notice how warm his voice got. His daughter was so perfect. 
     Really? Why didn't you stop me?! If dad could do it, so could the police! And dad limped, so it was easy to hear him. Aino really didn't like police.

     Where did you get this stuff from anyway? Had she really bought this for the simoleons he'd left her with? 
     Some boys said I could have it if I showed them my boobs. She said it so casually, like it was everyday happenings: Some boys just came up to you like that?
     No, I was watching someone tagging, and then they approached me and asked if I wanted to try. So I said yes, and they said they'd only let me borrow it if I showed them my boobs. 
     Okay... he tried beeing a relaxed dad, but he might have to find those boys and stuff the cans down their throats. That was so disrespectful- and gross, really gross. 
     But I told them that they had to give me it for free. Aino might not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but that didn't make her an idiot either.  
     And they did? She slowly turned towars him when he asked.

     Pulling a questionable grin, she continued: No. They said I had to show them my boobs. But I just told them I knew a really gross hobo, that would come for them if they didn't give it to me. And that I even have him on tape, if they didn't believe me.
     Ian was getting increasingly confused: Why do you have tapes of homeless sims? That was just strange, and plain wrong. Was that something young sims had now a days? 
     Still smiling, she answered: Not a homeless sim dad; a gross hobo. And I know a gross hobo. Her grin grew more wicked: So I showed them the tape, and they ran when I said I heard him limping his was over to us.
     You still haven't answered how you know sims like that. Since when wasn't hobo a slur for homeless? He was really getting old.  
     You know who the gross hobo is dad...
      No, I don't know who that is... She managed to pull an even bigger grin: I don't look like a hobo! Ian exclaimed.
     You look like a gross hobo...

     I don't look like a .... She kept interrupting him, still with that joking tone: Yes you do... you look like a gross hobo. You look so gross sims want to wash you with ammonia. That still wouldn't make him look clean.
     I don't look gross! He stroked his hand over the beard, it was normal growing a beard. And long hair. He was old, so he could do what he wanted.
     You look like you're sticky. Those boys thought you were the grosses sim ever... And that said a lot, considering how gross they were: You need a shave and a haircut. And some clean clothes. And something new at all.
     I don't look sticky...
     You look sticky. Her fingers were itching to scrub him down with steel wool.

     She didn't like beeing mean to dad, but sometimes the harsh truth had to be told: You're never going to get someone kissing you when you look so sticky and unkempt. 
     Give it to your kids to tell you, you've let yourself go: I'm married Aino. 
     You shouldn't be. You should divorce her. She wasn't able to decide what she felt about mum. Sometimes she was mad, sometimes scared, and other times she just simply loved and adored her.
     I can't Aino, I promised to stay with her until I died. He couldn't just leave his wife like that. Not that he thought a young girl could understand.
     No matter Ainos own feelings, mum had treated dad horribly, and he deserved to be happy: You don't owe her anything. She's locked up and you're not, Divorce her. 
    Ofcourse he owed her, they had loved eachother once: She asked for you, you know...
    I don't care.

      I know Aino, I'm not saying you have to meet her. I'm just saying she thinks about you. He started picking on an imaginary spot on his trousers.
     I don't care. she repeated herself, Ian wasn't so sure she didn't: I know. He kept picking on his trousers, not beeing able to look her in the eyes.
     I don't care...
     I know. He wanted to hug her, but she wasn't much of a hugger unless she hugged first. Not that it surprised him really, he'd been pretty much asleep through her entire life. It was probably awkward for her.

     It came as a surprise when she bursted out in tears infront of him. She'd never done that before. Not that he'd been her dad for so long either, so he wasn't sure what to do. It was so easy when she was a toddler, but he'd woken up and then she'd practically been a young woman. He barely knew his own daughter: I'm sorry Aino... I didn't mean to upset you. 
     The worst was that he couldn't even hear that she cried, not a sob, not a sniff; nothing. She had to be the most quiet cryer he'd ever seen. Was that normal? He didn't know the first thing about teenagers.

     She took a few deep breaths, shunning away from him as he awkwardly tried putting his hand on her shoulder. Then she'd calmed down again, like it had never happened: I'm fine. Let's get out of here. This place is to warm.

     She could have sworn this house was bigger, but maybe it had just seemed like it since she'd been smaller. Visiting Stein was something that happened once in a while. He was the only friend she had, but she wasn't sure if they were bestfriends or not. He had his own friends ofcourse, but when they didn't have anything else to do; why not? They were supposed to do homework, but that was boring. So they'd watched some tv instead, just to find that it was equally boring: This has got to be the worst series ever.... Aino rolled her eyes at the screen, just to realize it didn't care what she thought.

     Yeah... Stein studied the screen, as another poorly made robot got kicked in a terrible action sequence; easily seeing that the hero wasn't even near the "robot", which was a aweful cut- out animation of sort: It's so bad, it's not even funny, or irritating. It's just... bad... 
      The director should get a letter of condolances... Aino answered.
     He nodded again; he has to know it is aweful...
     Then why did they make sequels? She'd never get the trend of making sequels to terrible movies or series for that matter.
     Cultfandom? Stein suggested: Cultfans are dumb. This doesn't deserve cultstatus. It's just terrible.
     She nodded, trying to pay attention to the series. But it was to aweful, and the acting was aweful to: maybe we can do something else? She suggested, this was just terrible.

     Yeah.... Stein agreed. He was an easygoing guy, that's why she liked hanging with him. And he didn't ask a lot of questions, a simple guy in every way: So, what you wanna do? He looked at her, waiting for the answer: Well, I'm kind of horny. You wanna have sex? Aino paused, waiting for him to answer until she finally remembered to clarify something: With me, I mean. Just in case he got confused.     
     I got that. She he wasn't easily put off then: I've had sex today.
    Really? Damn, that was a bummer.
    Yeah, my girlfriends parents were out of town, so I spent the night there...

     ... but I can eat you out though... 
     Aino was severly confused. She should probably have been embarassed to, but that was to much work at the moment: You just said you have a girlfriend. 
     Yeah, but she doesn't care. 
     This was completely new to her: She doesn't care? 
     Nah... Stein sounded so honest when he said it to, and he answered so quickly to, like someone who didn't have anything to hide: She doesn't care if you have sex with someone else?
     Nah, she's pretty okay that way. But that means she sleeps with others to. Had to be even when it came to that after all. 

     And you're okay with that? Was this some new trend that she hadn't gotten? Wouldn't surprise her really, she wasn't paying that much attention to her surroundings.
     Yeah, why wouldn't I be? He looked at her like she was a bit strange again. Maybe she was the strange one: I've never really heard of that before.
     We're young, and as long as we don't rub eachothers face in, we're both okay with it. And she says I'm pretty bad at it anyway, so I need practice.
     Well, that was a bummer: I don't want to have sex so that you can practice. 
     Me neither. But you're horny, I want to eat you out and I need the practice. So it's a tripplewin. That was a pretty good argument, she couldn't deny that. Stein continued: This way we both win, and so does my girlfriend. That's how things go well in simnation.
     So more sims should fuck?
     Yeah... yeah they should. You've had sex before, right? If everyone had done the same as him, things would've been so much better.

     Nodding, Aino answered: I did it a couple of times with some fat guy from out of town. I didn't really want to, but I felt sorry for him. Poor guy, he'd looked so bland and just like every other sim she'd seen around.
    Don't fuck someone just because you feel sorry for them. Mercyfucks weren't the best fucks, unlike what someone said.
     But he looked so bland... 
     Yeah, but that doesn't matter. Stein decided to explain a few things, which wasn't something he'd figured out on his own. His girlfriend had told him, and then he'd thought about how it fitted in with things he heard: Some guys thinks that girls only wants handsome boys, and that since they are ugly, girls don't want them. So they get angry at girls for not wanting to ride their dicks. 
     Gesturing to himself in a dramatic manner, he continued: I'm cute, so I don't have that problem ofcourse. But you need a handsome; or cute guy, much like myself; or he's going to treat you like shit. To punish you for for the way he's been treated by girls. He hasn't been treated poorly, he just thinks he has, because he thinks they are obliged to ride his dick because he's pretended he's a friend. But he's a prick, so there's no point explaining it to him.
     He kind of was a prick. Some sims just get you. But she wasn't exactely sure what he meant when he said she should get a goodlooking boyfriend. She lost him a bit at that point, it was way to many repeats for her to follow.

     She heard the rain drumming on the outside, soaking the city. It felt strange beeing naked, when the only thing Stein had removed was his socks. At the same time, it felt nice having the different fabrics running against her skin, so it was probably okay. Aino had thought she'd feel more vulnerable, but maybe it was a sign that touching wasn't all bad. Sometimes it was nice, even if she jumped a bit whenever he moved his hands. Her main worry was the his parents would come home, and find them. But they'd locked the entrance, so they should be able to hear them if they showed up.

     Quietly, he kept asking how this and that felt, and if she was okay with what he was doing. It was a bit odd, because this was nothing like she'd seen in movies. Aino knew movies weren't real, but she'd always imagined it was a bit more realistic. She had the guy from out of town to compare to, but they'd both been drinking and it had been a few minutes of fumbling and embarassment. Stein was a lot better at it, but he was so heavy. Which was strange, because he looked so thin and wasn't particularly muscular either. It felt nice touching him, even if he had his clothes on- and he was so warm. Maybe that was just normal sim- temperature?

     She felt his erection pressing against her, but he didn't seem to have any plans taking his trousers off. Maybe he just didn't want to have sex more than once a day? She wasn't sure how boys really worked, but she tried making as little noise as possible just in case the neighbours could hear. And she was sure he wouldn't like it either, because it had to be annoying. Maybe she was defect, because Stein didn't make a lot of sounds, just a lot of heavy breathing and the occational deep moan. A few times he squeezed her really hard and pulled her close.     
     This was why she hated looking up answeres online, because they never said anything about important things; like how much noise was to much? How was one supposed to know, because computers never gave a clear answer. It didn't get any better when he started licking her nippled, as she'd had no idea they were that sensitive. He kept on with it to, even stroking them: what was it with boys and breasts? And why did it make her loose focus on thinking?

     She bit her finger whenever she felt like making to much sound. Stein also made more sounds now, as he kept licking the inside of her thighs. He used so much time, making Aino completely forget about parents and the like. Having his hands on her thighs felt great and she thoughtfully watched his black hair as she stroked her hands through it. Wondered if he noticed the spots on her skin, or that her thighs were hairy.

       The women on tv didn't have spotty skin like she did, and their breasts were even sized. Besides, they had pink nipples. Her's were more brown. They weren't supposed to look like that, were they? Wait, did that mean her vulva was darker than the ones one tv to. Because they were usually pink to. She hadn't thought about that before!
     You're crawling away from me....
     Sorry... She'd just worried about her vulva possibly looking different than the ones on tv.

     Don't worry about it, he breathed whilst moving to the other thigh: atleast the icecream- truck driver gets a good show...
     Aino couldn't help but laugh, that was also something to say. Where did her get that from? Atleast it got her to stop thinking about her possibly non- pink vulva...

     Stein interrupted her thoughts again, leaving her taking a breath so deep, she worried she'd never be able to exhale again. He needed more practice? How was this even supposed to feel then? Her legs were shaking to for some reason, that was so embarassing. She hoped he didn't notice.
     You're tense... Stein interrupted her thoughts again: you okay? He almost looked like he was drugged, his shoulders rising and sinking in tune with his breath,
     Yeah... her own voice was weirder than usual.
     Okay... then he went back to what he was doing. Aino leaned back instead, and tried to relax. Not that she had a lot of other choices. But she was sure he didn't need more practice atleast. For a second she was actually worried that she was about to die, because her feet and hands got cold. And she wasn't able to stay quiet either, but Stein didn't say anything about it, so it was probably okay.

     Aino lost all sense of time from she finished, until beeing able to move again: Beats homework? Stein grinned at her.
     Yeah, she was a bit tired, but it would hopefully pass. Maybe she was just a tired sim in general.
     You taste sweet. 
     What? She smelled herself on his breath, it wasn't as bad as she'd heard boys say it was. What were they complaining about?      
     Your pussy tastes really sweet. He repeated himself without sounding irritated. 

     Really? That was strange, she hadn't done anything to it: What do you mean, sweet? Like sugar, fruit, honey, mead, wine.. what?  

     Matter of factly, he said: Nah. It tastes like sweet pussy.

     That wasn't helping her a lot: I don't get it.... 
     He kept stroking her thighs and hips, still leaving her body shivering: Can't you just accept it, instead of questioning everything? When he had a good point, he had a good point: Does my vulva look weird?
     Spreading her out, Stein took a longer look. It lasted so long that she was wondering if it was worse than she imagined: Nah, it's pretty. It wasn't exactely the answer she'd expected.  
     But does it look like it should? She assumed he'd seen more than she had. But maybe he hadn't: I mean, does it have the right colour? Is it pink enough?
     Pink enough? What? Now it was turn for Stein to ask questions. Sometimes he forgot that Aino was weird. Good thing he was perfectly normal.
     Nevermind. I should probably get my clothes back on. He grinned at her: I'll help you find them.

     Ian was perfectly aware of the fact that his daughter was visiting Efraims son. And he was fine with it. He wasn't one of those sexist helicopter- fathers that protected his daughter from boys. Frankly because it was a bit creepy. He wanted her to live a normal, healthy teenager life as possible. So when he met the boys dad, he didn't worry; after all, Marea and their daughter Susanne was still at home with them.
    So, how is the family doing? Ian did his best to forget what Aino had said about divorcing. It wasn't an option. Imagine how hurt she'd be if he abandoned her.     
     They're well. Not growing up fast enough, but that's how it is. Ian always got a small shock everytime he heard that, forgetting that most sims didn't miss out of the majority of their kids lives like he did. Because his wife had poisoned him.

     Pressing the thought out of his head, Ian knew he had to stop thinking about it. Bitterness never led to anything good. Even if he dragged on one leg, and would for the rest of his life because of what she'd done. No, he was supposed to stop thinking about it. Skuld couldn't help it, the poor thing.
     How was she? He immideately knew he was talking about Skuld. Who else could it have been. To think he was one of the few who still talked about her. The rest of the family had pretty much cut contact with them. And frankly, he was glad. It just got awkward for all of them.    
     No changes, as usal. Ian nodded when he said it for some reason. She was never coming back out again. She'd be locked up for the rest of her life, and he'd be married to her.

     Aino still doesn't want to meet her. And it's fine. I just worry sometimes that she'll regret it when she gets older. Efraim was one of those few sims that actually listened, unlike his old friends. Well, the ones who still wanted to see him that was: I mean, she's very mad at her, and I get that. But Skuld is still her mother, and... His voice died out, unsure of what to say next. Still waiting for someone to give that big moral lecture that would make everything alright. Once again, Ian was to be disappointed, as Efraim wasn't the right sim for the job: oh. Then he nodded to, to show that he still payed attention.

     She keeps asking for Aino, who keeps saying no; she won't let her see a picture of her either, Ian sighed. He didn't think his daughter was beeing selfish in any way. It just hurt to say no to his wife, because he knew it hurt her feelings. And hurting her feelings made him feel bad to: I don't know, I just... Efraim nodded again. He probably had no idea what he was talking about.
     Daad! Just give him some simoleons and he'll go away. A light kids voice luckily interrupted them.

     Susanne! Marea plastered on the fakest smile she was capable of producing: We don't talk like that. And that's not a beggar, it's Ian. We know him. She managed to look around, still with the smile, laughing a bit embarassed trying to smooth over her daughters reaction.
    But you called that lady down the street a filthy beggar and... The girl thought she was beeing treated unfairly. Why did always grownups say one thing, and do something else? 
     Susanne! Mareas smile got stiffer, just as the girl continued: But he looks sticky!
     Marea tried appologizing: Susanne... I'm sorry Ian, she's at that age now. 
     I'm not of any supposed age! Maybe he should be happy he'd missed that part of Ainos upbringing? He didn't really mean that. But he just couldn't be bitter about it, because it had still happened. Because his wife had poisoned him.

     It's okay Marea. Ian calmly said: Susannes' right. I do look gross. Sheesh, what was it with kids these days. First his daughter, now this girl.  
     I want to wash you with ammonium. 
     Susanne! Marea was still trying to get the kid to listen. How had she ended up with such a bratty kid, when she herself was the appifany of political correctness?
     What? He said he looks gross himself. Grownups were so stupid. When she grew up, she wasn't going to be that dumb. Efraim completely ignored the bratty side of his daughter, and interrupted her instead: Weren't you two with Stein and Aino?

     We were, Marea answered, But you also said that you'd be home around an hour and a half ago. So we left like ten minutes before you were supposed to arrive. Could blame himself for not telling her.
     I left you a message saying I'd be home later...
     So the two of them are alone? Ian was glad he wasn't a sexist helicopter dad right? He wasn't the least bit nervous. Not at all, nope. Not even a bit. It wasn't like his little girl wasn't little, and that he'd missed so much of her life.
     Well, this isn't good. Efraim said, looking at Ian. He expected him to get hysterical, but he seemed pretty calm at the moment.

     Why isn't it good? Why is it bad?! I wanna know!! Grown ups were so stupid! Why didn't they answer her?!

     I don't get the whole "hymn to the Henge" poem. I mean, why do we have to analyze a gargantuan poem. Aino wasn't a big fan of school in general. She didn't hate it, she just didn't like it either.
     It's an epic poem. Stein was pretty sure about that part atleast. Just because they'd had some fun, didn't mean they had to completely ignore homework.
     I hate analyzing poetry. Why do we always have to understand it? What's the point of poetry and art if there's a right answer to it? How good could it even be, if sims reading it couldn't even put their own lifeexperience into it?
     I don't know, I don't understand any of it. If it sucks, it sucks. And it sucks.... Stein thought that would be the best analysis of poetry in general.

     As Ian had expected everything was in it's finest order at Efraims house. Why wouldn't it be: I'm sorry Ian... Efraim looked a bit guilty: I didn't meant to scare you.  
    You didn't. He wasn't scared. The only scary thing about his daughter acting like a young lady, was that she was growing up and was going to leave. It reminded him of how much of her life he'd lost. Acting like she'd somewhat loose her value if she had sex, was just gross. You never heard of any sims panic like that about boys. Then they were proud- So boys gained value, by girls loosing value. It was just plaing wrong.
     Scared of what? I wanna know to... Stein looked at them. Now he got where Susanne had it from.

     A tired breath escaped him: Nothing. We were just worried about you, that's all. Ian could barely understand how grown up his daughter was.
     Are you okay dad? Maybe she'd noticed him staring, sounding as worried as she did.
     I'm fine Aino. 
     Efraim decided that since everyone was gathered, maybe he could order pizza for them or something. Everything to get away from his day of making dinner: you kids hungry?
     Nah, I already ate, Stein quickly answered, after another look at Ian he continued: You look gross Ian. You look like you need to be chemically cleaned.
     Stein! Even Efraim started yelling at sims, which was a pretty rare occurence.
    What? He looks sticky.

     I'm sorry Ian, I have no idea where my kids are learning those manners... He suspected they had spent to much time with their grandfather...   
     Fine! He was going to clean himself up a bit! Damn all these kids with their opinions.    

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poses: sunny, sea, fairsteadsim, mary36jony, mypalsims

Icecream truck came driving up and stood outside for hours in the rain. Hope they brought a camera. And the "fat guy" she's referring to, was a puddingface from school. I thought I'd gotten rid of them, but clearly not. He met a fitting end with MCs total anihilation.

So, I tricked you all. I've already played through the entire generation. But I felt sorry for Ian, so I had him and Skuld split up and decided to play through the generation a second time around. So the challenge has already been done. And that's probably not cheating, because... because... I have pictures of it!

     Retrospectively I realize they don't prove anything since it's barely possible to see that it says Ainos name, but I don't have any other proof. But atleast you can see the bar for teen beeing full. The good thing about it, is that I'm still doing the "my precious" thing, but with a more unison theme this time. Or kind of, but then it gets almost twice as hard, right? So, then it's really not cheating. Because I say so, so there.

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