Kyla was a young, beautiful girl the age of seventeen. Her family
and friends were kept on their toe's with each conniving, devious scheme, she wanted it all and would do anything to get
it.

"Where the hell is my briefcase?" Robert, Kyla's father yelled as he came
storming down the stairs late for work. Through the kitchen he ran,
adjusting his tie, as he searched for his work notes.

"It's in here Daddy! In the living-room." A voice said.

Robert made his way to the calling voice and as he reached the living
room, there stood his daughter Kyla. He paused to gaze at his young
daughters body, clad only in a thin, see-through t-shirt and lacy, white
panties. She smiled as her father eyes gawked at his slender, beautiful,
half naked daughter, standing with briefcase in hand.