He had developed a sincere love for music at an early age. As he grew older, the sounds and words of early rock and roll took him places that his feet could never reach. The music provided him with the answers to the many questions that ran through his life, and it opened his mind to the world beyond Candelaria. He joined together with a couple of guys who had similar and creative ideas, and they built their own "pirate radio." Working with their imagination and whatever electronic equipment they could find, they built a radio that opened the door to the wild sounds that filled their lives.

Wolfman Jack became akin to a brother, and they spent their days waiting for his nightly broadcasts. As soon as they were old enough, the boys would make weekly trips down to Mexico and watch and listen to the original underground music movement. It took a lot of work, along with a lot of his hard earned money, but Tom ended up landing a job as a Disc Jockey at a local radio station, and his popularity took off. His appreciation and understanding of music opened bigger doors for him, and he was soon running his own show for a larger station in Dallas. The country was riding the crest of rock and roll, and Tom got caught up in the waves. Stations were looking for people who understood the music and he fit right in.

His show and his popularity rose to the top of the charts. The early music of Buddy Holly, Duane Eddy, Richie Valens, and the other young pioneers became the cornerstone of his nightly radio broadcasts, and the teenage population of the area looked to Tom as their local hero. He held the key to what they heard, and he introduced them all to this great music that understood their teen angst, and also understood their thoughts and ideas. He became a big local celebrity, and his face was soon seen everywhere.

He would emcee local school dances, appear at local businesses, and he also helped out with many fundraisers. Music had been his ticket out of his small-minded town, and it also served as the key into popularity. As the saying goes, girls wanted him, and boys wanted to be him. It was a perfect situation, and he used it to his advantage. There was a countless number of teenage girls that would do anything to be the one on stage with him, or seen out on the town with him, and he used this all to his advantage. This is, of course, where the blame begins.

It was in a small town where he met Laurie, and she was the girl that he had been looking for. Beautiful and smart, she came from a wealthy family that despised Tom and everything he stood for. Their relationship took off in the face of her parents, and she soon moved in with him. Their sex life was ferocious, and she pleased him like no other woman had done before. She soon became pregnant, and they were stuck in a no-win situation. It was a convoluted mess that ended with a small baby girl, and her parents totally against them. When Laurie caught him with one of his many little "groupies," she suddenly had a change of heart.

Laurie had walked in on Tom screwing one of the little teen "groupies" that followed him and his show with a passion. Although he loved Laurie, he had a strong fixation on young, teenage girls. Something about their fresh innocence, and their pure bodies, just drove him wild with ravenous lust. It was this lust that made Laurie see her parent's way, and she soon ran from him, back to the wealthy comfort of her family life. She left their infant daughter with him, along with a check for $10,000 from her father, and his life was drastically changed.

His daughter's name was Lacy, a cute little blonde angel. He would look at her and marvel at her beauty, his heart soaring at her cute little button nose. She had the same looks as her mother, and her blue eyes would burn a hole into his heart every time she looked at him. This caused a change in his behavior, and she became the focus of his life. He cleaned up his act, and he aimed at taking care of and providing for his little girl.

As she grew older, her body and beauty emerged as one, amazing everyone that saw her. Tom's heart ached with every passing day, and they became a team, working together to understand and deal with life. He did his best, but as a single dad he was not the most prepared to deal with "feminine issues." He did his best to treat her right, and to show her the right things to do, but it all came from a male perspective, and her development took on a different path than it would have if her mother was still in her life. Regardless, Tom continued to clean his act up, and he continued to give her the best that he could.

That is not to say that Tom did not have fun. He still had a desire for young female flesh, and he would still take the occasional grope or blowjob at every chance he got. He still got his fair share of young, teenage ass, but he did it in a much more secretive way. He wanted to protect Lacy from this side of his life, and he tried to keep her on the right path. Unknowingly, these desires are what caused all of the problems.

He never looked at Lacy as one of his teen sluts, or even thought about her in that way, but the appeal of young girls to him blazed the trail for the way that he raised her. He bought her clothes that he enjoyed seeing on other girls, and he let her wear make up way before anyone else her age was wearing it. Innocently enough, he turned his beautiful daughter into a little slut before his eyes, and he did not even realize it. He was just doing what he thought everyone else did for their daughter, or at least everyone else whose daughter came to his shows. Those were the girls that he liked, and that is how he wanted his daughter to be. He had no idea that he was turning his daughter into a slut.

Lacy had more to do with it than her father realized. Inheriting her mother's beauty, she also inherited her mother's body. As a result of this, her body began to develop curves and flares at a much earlier age than anyone else had done in school. She was the first girl to develop a noticeable chest, and it was this development that added to the clothing Tom gave her, and the look that he was helping her create. If she was not his own daughter he would have zeroed in on her, and she would have been the target of one of his many advances.

As Lacy grew older, she noticed the attention that she got from the older boys, and she loved the freedom that her father gave her. They were very close and got along very well, but he gave her more freedom to do what she wanted than anyone else she knew of. She also began to understand more and more about her father and what he did as she grew. She heard all the older girls talk and gossip about how "hot" her father was, and how they all wanted to be with the great radio star. Although he had calmed his image down a bit for Lacy, he was still a very popular D.J., and all the girls still wanted him.

The first time that Lacy got worried about her father was when she was asked out on a date. She was a twelve-year-old girl in a sixteen-year-old body. Her body had developed way beyond her years, and with the clothes and makeup that she wore, she was devastatingly beautiful for her age. Everyone mistook her as older, and she soon had high school boys chasing after her, every guy eager to get a piece of this hot young thing.

"Dad," she asked him in her innocent voice, "Is it OK if I go to the movies this weekend?" She had been asked out on her first car date, and she was doing her best to get around letting her father know anything about it.

"Sure honey," he answered, his attention focused on the newspaper. "Who are you going with?"

"Well, this boy named Duane asked me to go with him," she replied in a nonchalant voice. "He wanted to take me to the movies."

"Do I know him honey?" he asked her, paying little attention to the matter at hand. She would often go out with her friends, both girls and boys, and he trusted her completely. "Let me know if it is any good. The movie that is."

Lacy was overjoyed, and her spirits were on high as she prepared for her date. Her girlfriends all chatted and talked with her, and they could not believe that she was going on a car date with a seventeen-year-old. They all waited with great expectations as the night approached.

Lacy had agreed to meet him down the street, that way her father would not know that she was going in his car. Her father was very cool with most things that she did, and he gave her an incredible amount of freedom, but she was not sure where he would draw the line. She did not want to give him a chance to draw it here.

She had worn her nicest skirt and sweater, and she had done the best job that she could with her make up. Her breasts had continued to develop, and they filled out the front of her sweater. She had ducked out of the house with a quick goodbye, again in the idea of not giving her father a single reason to say no to her date. As Duane opened the door for her he let out a low whistle, the sight of the hot little thing making him crazy. They were off to the movies, and Lacy was on top of the world.

Arriving at the movie house, Duane escorted Lacy upstairs to the balcony. The goose bumps came out in full force on her skin as she held his hand. Only the older kids go to the balcony, and it was always vary dark up there. She squeezed his hand tight as they walked up the stairs, and they sat together in the back row, the farthest corner from the aisle.

Lacy was a little nervous at first, being with an older guy and all, but when he slid his arm around her and held her tight to his body, she felt very good. She nestled in against him, and they settled in to watch the movie.

The movie was over and she was home before she knew it. It was a good time, and she enjoyed riding in his car and sitting in the balcony, but it really was not different from any of her other dates. Nothing had happened yet, and Duane acted very polite and nice. They began to date, and they were in the balcony of the movie house every Friday night. As they dates went on, more and more things started to happen.

It was their third date when Duane tilted her head up to his face and they began to kiss. His tongue slid between her lips and she was treated to her first French kiss. She moaned against his body, her full breasts rubbing against his chest as they kissed. She could feel her nipples grow hard as they kissed and held each other. The following week Duane surprised her by rubbing her breasts.

They had settled in their seats, and they attacked each other before the movie started. As their tongues raced against each other, Duane moved his hand to her chest, massaging her large breasts with his hands. Lacy wanted to stop him and say something, but he was an older boy, and it did feel oh so good. She actually started moaning into his mouth, pushing her chest into his hand as they made out in their corner......(cont)