She felt very strange right then. She knew from conversations with her friends from school that men did this kind of thing but never imagined for a mi...ute that her dad would do such a thing. Strangely too she started to feel a tingle between her legs as she watched her father wanking Almost subconsciously she felt her hand stray between her legs and rub at her cunt over her knickers. She was fascinated by the sight before her and felt a slight moistening of her knicker crotch as she played. Where are we going for dinner, Bob?”The next couple of days went smoothly. I was not required to be at the gallery, except during the opening reception. I thought I’d stop in occasionally, though. Saturday, I disconnected the projection equipment and shipped it. On the way out, I met the guy with the weird voice coming in.“Oh, sir,” I said. “It was awful of me to walk off last night with your pen. I was so distracted. I was going to leave it here at the desk for you, but I didn’t know who to. Maybe she was one of those rich New York transplants escaping the tedium of life on the lower east side, and her father had been a stockbroker living in Stamford. Yes. Easy to fill in the blanks when there’s nothing to go on but memory. _______________________________ I left the library when it closed at four thirty, and the librarian was nice enough to let me leave my books with her so I could resume my work the next morning. I think, though I’m not sure about this, she might have smiled at me. Annie was sitting on my pillow looking in her tiny handmirror brushing her hair.Annie joyfully: "Ah there ya be! Mornin' Darla dear. Have a bit of dreamdid we?"Darla sighed heavily: "For real! I dreamt everything went wrong. Agathaand the Council denied my request!"Annie giggled: "'tis just your inner self tellin' ya lies 'tis. Knowyour heart they do for certain. Not to worry, keep you strong I will!"Darla: "Thanks Annie. I'm just nervous I guess."Annie: "Aye, and who wouldn't be? 'tis not an.