"?Courtney smiled and made a cute faces while shaking hands with my momand Kimberly."Wow, I don't know that you already have a teenage daughter, Bruce...?"shesaid."Well, she was an accident. Totally regret it," Bruce chuckled. He wastrying to joke."Come on, hon."? Miranda shook her head."That's just lame, dad;" Kimberly squinted her eyes, moving away fromher father's embrace and punched his shoulder lightly. That madeeverybody laughed. Then, in a spoiled, yet cute manner the autopilotKimberly. I could feel Mike's eyes all over them.After dinner we went to the living room. After a couple more beers, I commented on an oil spot on Mike's pants. I went to get a towel and cleaner to see if I could get it out. While I sat on the couch, I had Mike stand in front of me so I could try to clean the spot.Scott excused himself to go shower. When he left I kept cleaning the spot on Mike's shorts. I heard the shower turn on, and when I did my hands felt up Mike's strong legs and thighs. I could. OK. I don't see why not," he muttered betweenbites. He poked a toast point my way. "You're taking care of all this,right?"So he did it again. He backed me into a corner where the only way outwas disappointing Rachael, something I was finding more and moredifficult to accept. Worse, he managed, again, to avoid explaining whatthe fuck he wants me to do while simultaneously holding me responsible.Does he tell his football players to 'take care of it' with no moreexplanation than that? Not that it. .." she said her face clearing. "....yes....yes I like it. There'ssomething familiar about it, yet at the same time it strikes a very darkchord deep within me. You know sometimes lately Finn my love I'mbeginning to wonder how you can know all these things? Perhaps because weare both fair haired and different, or is there something you're nottelling me....?"I caught my breath sharply mortally afraid I might have pushed things toofar as even now things could still go very wrong indeed, and that.