Stephanie decides its time to talk to her and Ranger's 14 year old daughter Amanda about sex. But she's surprised to find out just how not so innocent she really is.

I have a bunch of ideas on how to turn this into a series, but tell me what you think.

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I sighed, turned the volume on the T.V. off and looked across the room at my daughter. My innocent little girl. This was going to be so awkward. She had never been exposed to this stuff before. She had grown up going to a private school with security around her 24/7 because her father wanted to make sure she was protected, and what happened with Julie and Scrog didn't happen with Amanda. But, her being protected like that, meant no boys, and few friends.

I was about to disrupt all her innocent little thoughts and talk to her about sex. How did other parents handle this? Not that it matters, because my daughter isn't like other kids. She's lead a more sheltered life than most. Carlos and I try and try to give her a good life, we give her the things she needs, and most of what she wants, but sometimes, we try so hard to give her those things, that we forget to give her what we both did have, freedom. A life. There were few people around us at home. The house we bought when me and Carlos got married was huge, and very secluded. No one but Me, Carlos, Amanda, and the merry men knew where it was. She wasn't even aloud to have friends here. If she was going to have friends over, we had to stay at the apartment on the 7th floor at Rangeman. And that was only if the friend and her parents had a back ground check done and they passed.

Growing up in the 'burg, no one talked to their kids about sex. It was just 'a bad thing'. And because of that, I got taken advantage of by a horny eighteen year old guy that had absolute power over me. It didn't happen on my terms. It happened on his. I didn't think there was a chance of that happening to Amanda, especially since there was security around her 24/7. Even at school. No one even talks to her unless Tank, Bobby or Lester okay's it.

I took one last look at my innocent, brown eyed, brown haired, dark skinned, little girl and cleared my throat. She looked up at me from the couch and raised her eye brows.

"What?" She asked.

" Uhm, I.. I think we should have a talk."

She sighed. "Oh boy,"

"Come over here." I said as I motioned for her to sit in the chair beside me. She got up, sighed once more, and walked across the room. She plopped herself down in the overstuffed chair next to mine.

"What?" She said. She was aggravated and probably a little nervous. I had never talked like this with her.

I inhaled and exhaled long and slow, as if to put off talking about this with her.

"We need to have a talk, and I know this might be awkward but it has to be done."

"Okay? So talk."

"Well, your growing up and I know that you probably think there's no way in hell anyone's ever going to pressure you, with all the security around you all the time that nobody can get in right? Well, you might be right, but someday there's gonna come a time when there wont be so much security and there's going to be pressure on you to do thing-" she cut me off when she busted out laughing. "Amanda, this isn't funny."

She was holding her sides and gasping for air but she just couldn't stop laughing. A few moments later she finally gained control of her laughter and sat up straight. Her face was bright red from the laughing and her eyes were watering. I didn't understand what was so funny.

"Are you done yet?" I asked her.

"Mhm.."

"What the hell was that all about?"

"Its just.. nothing," she said. There was something I wasn't clued in on.

"No, not nothing. Something. Tell me."

She sighed. "Mom, I'm not as innocent as you think."

I didn't know how to take that. How could she not be that innocent?

"What?"

"Mom, I'm 14, I'm a big girl." She shook her head. "Mom, I have more friends than you think. I even date. Didn't know that did you?" She said it with an attitude. Like there was a point she was trying to make.

"Huh?" Was all I could say. It was like I was living in a bubble and someone just popped it.

"Mom, I have a life. I have friends, I have a boyfriend. Its hard, but I manage it."

"Oh? And how do you 'manage it'" I asked. By this time I was more curious than I was upset that she had kept this from me.

"Surprisingly, Lester, Bobby and Tank aren't that hard to get away from when you're around pretty women," she laughed. "Plus, they don't tell you when I run off because they're so scared dad will kick the crap out of them," she laughed again. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My 14 year old daughter was sneaking away from her guards to go do god know what with god knows who. How could they let this happen? What if she got hurt? Maybe I'm just worrying too much. But maybe I'm not.

"Oh really. And just what do you do when you get away from them?" I wanted to sound like a friend rather than a parent right now, so she'd be more open with me.

"I don't know, the usual I guess. Hang with friends, meet up with Jordan. Just chill."

"Jordan?" Uh-oh. Carlos is not going to be happy when he hears about Jordan.

"Yea, my boyfriend." She said it like it was nothing. But how long had she been keeping him from us? Who was he? What was he like? How old is he?

"Who is he?" I said. It was a broad question but it was all I could think to ask.

"Uhm, Jordan?" She looked confused.

"Care to elaborate?"

"Oh. He's on the varsity football team," Right then I knew he wasn't a freshman, like she was, "he's on the track team.. I don't know Mom, he's Jordan."

"How old?" My voice sounded a little more stern that I wanted but I couldn't take it back. She looked down at the floor and took a deep breath. That old huh? At least I knew he was still in high school. After a moment she looked up at me and sighed. "Seventeen," my eyes momentarily popped out of my head. Hell no. This was not happening. My fourteen year old daughter was not dating a seventeen year old boy. Hell, he's not even a boy, he's a god damn man.

"He's a senior this year." She said.

"'No.'" Was all I could say.

"What?"

"No."

"Excuse me?" She was mad now. I don't blame her either, I would have been mad too.

"I said no. You are fourteen years old."

"So? What's the big deal? He's just a guy. A guy that I happen to like. A lot."

"I know you like him, but how am I supposed to let you date a seventeen year old guy? Huh? That's just asking to be a grand mother way before I should."

"Chill out. You're not gonna be a grandma because he's not gonna get me pregnant."

"Your damn right he's not! Cause you wont be dating him!" We were both yelling now. It's a good thing Carlos wasn't home to hear this, or we would be talking about a very dead seventeen year old boy.

"How are you gonna stop me?" I just looked at her. Where was all of this coming from?

"Excuse me? You are gonna do exactly what I say."

"No." She shook her head and raised her eye brows. How was I going to stop her? I have no control over what she does when I'm not around. But it's wrong. She's 14, I have to.

"Are you having sex with him?" I don't know where that came from. It just popped out.

Her jaw dropped. I don't see why, it's a perfectly legitimate question.

"Why would you even ask me that? Don't you think you raised me well enough to know when to say when?" I looked her in the eye and spoke with out thinking.

"I'm starting to think that we didn't. And maybe you were too sheltered to know the difference between right and wrong. Good and bad. And just when to say when," I'd like to think that I raised my daughter right, but maybe she was so sheltered she just doesn't know any better.

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