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Up on the table."
Laurel scooted off and as I readied to mount the table whispered in my ear, "By the way what?"
" Your pussy will be too sore to have sex tonight," I whispered.
Laurel 's jaw dropped and eyebrows rose, resulting in the open mouth, big-eyed surprised syndrome. She hissed, "Why didn't you tell me?"
I patted her on the cheek and flashed a naughty smile as I sat up on the table and reclined. "Thought I just did. Don't worry, he'll wait."
* * * *
"Daddy? This is Laur."
" Hi Baby. Good to hear your voice."
" You too. I was wondering. If you're not doing anything, can I come up to see you."
" Sure. I'm free. What time?"
" I can be there in twenty minutes."
" Good. I can't wait to see you. I'll have a pitcher of lemonade waiting."
" Daddy."
" Yes?"
" I love you."
" I love you too, babycakes."
* * * *
"Hi Julian. It's Tess."
" Hi Tess. How was the spa?
" It was marvelous. Please thank your sister for both of us. Julian, remember what we talked about this morning? How you want my sister, but not for the wrong reasons?"
" Certainly."
" Well, I think I bought you some time. Laurel's nether regions should be out of commission for a day or two."
" What, on earth, are you talking about?"
" Laurel and I both had Brazilian wax jobs. I think you know what that means.
" Do I. Thanks Tess. I think you'll make a great sister-in-law."
" What did you say?"
" Hmmm. If Laurel and I were to marry."
* * * *
Daddy lived about twenty miles northwest of the spa, in Encino. In thirty minutes, I was on his front porch standing at his front door. I was about to ring the doorbell, when the door swung in and there, topping six-one on a trim frame, with salt and pepper hair was the smiling face of the man I truly loved—my mother, father, teacher, friend—in other words my rock.
He stood there in the doorway, hands urging me into him for the big welcoming hug I longed for.
I ran into the familiar arms of Albright Adams. "Oh Daddy, I miss you so."
His keen blue eyes twinkled as he backed away and put his forefinger upon the tip of my nose. "And I miss you too, sweet-pea. What's it been two weeks since I last saw you?"
" A month and I'm sorry. It's just that they keep me so busy between the church, my lessons and the hospital it seems like I barely have time for anything and now…now my life has become even more complicated. Truthfully Dad, that's why I came to see you, I met a man."
" Hmmm. Sounds like we need to sit down for a serious discussion. Let's go into the kitchen." He squeezed my shoulder. "That lemonade is waiting."
With his arm around my shoulder and my head resting on his shoulder, we went into the kitchen and sat down at the kitchen table. He poured my glass full and was filling his when he asked, "Do you love him?"
I 'd just started to swallow my drink and the question so threw me that my throat constricted and I spit out a mouthful of lemonade. I jumped up grabbed a dish towel and began to clean up when he followed with, "Does that mean yes?" and a wink.
Do I love him? Would I, could I sleep with him if I didn 't love him? "Possibly. That's why I'm here. I don't know what to do. I know I should tell him I can't see him anymore, but I'm even chicken to tell him about the Sisterhood. And Dad, He's an atheist. I should have run the other way when he told me that, but I didn't. He's just so clever, charming and articulate and guess what? He works at the Natural History Museum as the Assistant Antiquities Acquisition Director."
" The fact that he's an atheist shouldn't matter. I myself have questioned organized religion from time to time. It's his character that counts. What's he like?"
My eyes opened wide. "Daddy, you don't believe in God?"
" Let's say I don't believe in his certainty. Too many prayers go unanswered. Too many hideous things happening. Genocide, mass starvation and so forth. But that's a discussion for your friend. Tell me about him, please.
" His name is Julian
Laurel scooted off and as I readied to mount the table whispered in my ear, "By the way what?"
" Your pussy will be too sore to have sex tonight," I whispered.
Laurel 's jaw dropped and eyebrows rose, resulting in the open mouth, big-eyed surprised syndrome. She hissed, "Why didn't you tell me?"
I patted her on the cheek and flashed a naughty smile as I sat up on the table and reclined. "Thought I just did. Don't worry, he'll wait."
* * * *
"Daddy? This is Laur."
" Hi Baby. Good to hear your voice."
" You too. I was wondering. If you're not doing anything, can I come up to see you."
" Sure. I'm free. What time?"
" I can be there in twenty minutes."
" Good. I can't wait to see you. I'll have a pitcher of lemonade waiting."
" Daddy."
" Yes?"
" I love you."
" I love you too, babycakes."
* * * *
"Hi Julian. It's Tess."
" Hi Tess. How was the spa?
" It was marvelous. Please thank your sister for both of us. Julian, remember what we talked about this morning? How you want my sister, but not for the wrong reasons?"
" Certainly."
" Well, I think I bought you some time. Laurel's nether regions should be out of commission for a day or two."
" What, on earth, are you talking about?"
" Laurel and I both had Brazilian wax jobs. I think you know what that means.
" Do I. Thanks Tess. I think you'll make a great sister-in-law."
" What did you say?"
" Hmmm. If Laurel and I were to marry."
* * * *
Daddy lived about twenty miles northwest of the spa, in Encino. In thirty minutes, I was on his front porch standing at his front door. I was about to ring the doorbell, when the door swung in and there, topping six-one on a trim frame, with salt and pepper hair was the smiling face of the man I truly loved—my mother, father, teacher, friend—in other words my rock.
He stood there in the doorway, hands urging me into him for the big welcoming hug I longed for.
I ran into the familiar arms of Albright Adams. "Oh Daddy, I miss you so."
His keen blue eyes twinkled as he backed away and put his forefinger upon the tip of my nose. "And I miss you too, sweet-pea. What's it been two weeks since I last saw you?"
" A month and I'm sorry. It's just that they keep me so busy between the church, my lessons and the hospital it seems like I barely have time for anything and now…now my life has become even more complicated. Truthfully Dad, that's why I came to see you, I met a man."
" Hmmm. Sounds like we need to sit down for a serious discussion. Let's go into the kitchen." He squeezed my shoulder. "That lemonade is waiting."
With his arm around my shoulder and my head resting on his shoulder, we went into the kitchen and sat down at the kitchen table. He poured my glass full and was filling his when he asked, "Do you love him?"
I 'd just started to swallow my drink and the question so threw me that my throat constricted and I spit out a mouthful of lemonade. I jumped up grabbed a dish towel and began to clean up when he followed with, "Does that mean yes?" and a wink.
Do I love him? Would I, could I sleep with him if I didn 't love him? "Possibly. That's why I'm here. I don't know what to do. I know I should tell him I can't see him anymore, but I'm even chicken to tell him about the Sisterhood. And Dad, He's an atheist. I should have run the other way when he told me that, but I didn't. He's just so clever, charming and articulate and guess what? He works at the Natural History Museum as the Assistant Antiquities Acquisition Director."
" The fact that he's an atheist shouldn't matter. I myself have questioned organized religion from time to time. It's his character that counts. What's he like?"
My eyes opened wide. "Daddy, you don't believe in God?"
" Let's say I don't believe in his certainty. Too many prayers go unanswered. Too many hideous things happening. Genocide, mass starvation and so forth. But that's a discussion for your friend. Tell me about him, please.
" His name is Julian
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