The younger daughter

I decided to let Mr. B follow me and to deal with this myself, as he was not quite as experienced as me. Of course, I couldn't always see him - his powers had developed to the point that, when he wanted to be, he was invisible to me too. But I knew he was there.

While we rode down to LSU - the school the youngest daughter was attending - Mr. B told me about some of the rotten things this daughter in particular had done to him. Younger and just as cruel as her sister and mother, she'd constantly mocked him, calling him gross and ugly, and had on a number of occasions told him he was a pathetic loser and she couldn't see how he ever got laid. She'd also gotten her friends to mock him as well, and I could tell she'd done other things that he didn't want to talk about.

It wasn't long before he located his step-sister - Marci was her name - in her dorm room. I had to wait outside, but soon she appeared, heading for class. She was a tall, slim, athletic-looking brunette, with nice, well-tanned legs. She was followed by the now-invisible Mr. B, and I "cloaked" as well.

Marci reached the class, entered, and sat down. Since it was a large lecture class with plenty of empty seats, I too entered, sitting very close to her. Immediately I could tell that she was as snotty and arrogant with other folks as she'd been to Mr. B. A couple of the guys near her tried to make conversation before class began and were rebuffed; the same with a girl or two. Class started. I knew Mr. B was cloaked too, although I couldn't see him. Marci was wearing a little halter top that did nothing to hide the swell of her small, but firm, breasts, and a fairly short skirt. I wondered where to start.....