A/N: Hey there! I know this is short and it's been a while but I have continued it. I hadn't really planned on this being anything more than a one-shot but enough people asked me where the next part was that I kind of had to write another part.

Check part one for ratings and disclaimers and all that junk

Oh! And than you Katie for my first review on this story! Thanx to AMW and couriro for asking me to continue. . . . . "Ephram? What are you doing here?"

"I'm very very very sorry. I apologize for everything I did that year and I should have understo"

"Well you should be sorry. Now, what are you apologizing for?"

"Remember my junior year when I started dating Madison?"

"How could I not. That was hell for me."

"Yeah, I know. Jacklyn's dating now."

"Jacklyn? You must want to kill the little, he'd be what, 16-years old?"

"I wish. She just had to go find some jackass senior. A senior!"

"A senior?"

"A senior!"

"Well, that's not too bad now is it? He could be 20. Then it would be just like some other couple I know."

"Oh, be quiet Dad. I really don't need this right now."

"Yeah, but kids don't usually take that into account. ...A senior?"

"Yes, Dad. A senior. Some guy named Jeremy."

"Jeremy? Do you know the last name?"

"No, why?"

"I'm sure I could find him in my records. He must have an address. Somewhere I could find him..."

"Dad!"

"What?"

"You can't go after him just because he's dating your grand-daughter."

"Why not? I did it with Delia."

"I know. That was the week she didn't talk to you."

"Oh... yeah"

"And that other time when she yelled at you, or the time you were locked out of the house, or when she didn't let you have dinner, and the time"

"Enough Ephram! I get the point. I can't go after the brat. I won't look up his information or try and get where he lives."

"Now, I never said that. You get the stuff and I'll find him."

"Ephram, if I can't then I'm not letting you either."

"We could go together?'

"Please, all the women would murder us in our sleep."

"... Damn. I'm going to have to put up with him aren't I?"

"Fraid so."

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If anyone has a suggestion for what to do next it would be appreciated. Thanks!

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