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"Okay, well, umm-" You started, when Carrie put her finger to her lips and dashed off. She returned twenty minutes later, with water, a pair of yoga pants on, her pink workout shirt, her hair in a ponytail, and a notepad with a sparkly pink pen. She nodded.

"Well, he is also a John --" Carrie interrupted, this time with peals of laughter.

"Oh my God, you never told me that. That's perfect! Too fucking perfect." Carrie paused, calming down sheepishly.

"As far as his history, grew up in the panhandle, small town jock, abusive dad. Mom was the head cheerleader. He was all state at quarterback, all conference at the university. They had me freshman year. He had a bad knee injury, was a backup in the league for awhile. So he retired and went into banking, where he was doing awesome until mom died."

"Junior," Carrie said, smirking, "I'm not looking for his autograph. Let's do it this way, do you have a picture of them?"

You reached into a drawer, fishing out a pair of photos. The first was your mom and dad on a beach. This was after he had retired. His rugged features were tanned and muscular, with a hairy chest and well-chiseled jawline. He had a full head of sandy brown hair. Next to him, your buxom blonde mom sat in a stringy blue bikini.

"Ooooh, Daddy," Carrie cooed. "I bet he's quite a silver fox." Her lips pursed, looking at your mother as if she were competition. "She's pretty. Very pretty. Big tit blondes are his type, huh?" She, a less busty brunette, felt a bit self-conscious.

"Slow down a bit Carrie. First, he's not the same anymore. The bones might still be there, but he's going to have to rehab the rest. Second, mom was a C-cup brunette in high school. A signing bonus bought those. Dad likes the bimbo types, likes a literal barbie who will tan like he wants, get pierced where he wants, do what he asks. He wants a tradwife type, stay at home mom who cleans the house, reads Cosmo on the couch, drinks and eats the filet steak and drinks a Sex on the Beach. You'll have to embrace stereotypes but you can't be brainless either. It'll be a fine line."

"This is the stuff I need you for. She pick out the blue stone in her belly?"

"No, dad loves sapphires. She wore dark blue a lot." Carrie looked at the other photo. Your mom, and two kids playing, both in pink dresses.

"Cute. Who are these two? "

"Oh, that's Sam and my uh, cousin Joan." Carrie's brow furrowed.

"I didn't think you had cousins, but moving on..."