I’m fourteen. And you were born in what year?”“1963. I’m 31.”“How long have you practiced karate?”“Almost thirteen years. I started in...the Fall of 1981 when I went to Chicago for college.”“What is your work?”“I own a company that writes computer programs for lawyers and doctors, mostly. We also do other things with computers, too.”“You started it?”“Yes; right after we graduated, four friends and I started it. They work for me.”“May I ask you a personal question?”“Of course.”“Are you married? Do. She was most decidedly aroused by this point, and her wriggling and heavier breathing did nothing but to encourage him to continue. After doing this for a few minutes, and taking some time to stare at her perfect body, he reached for a pillow and propped her head up with it. He then got up and slowly slid his hands down the side of her hips, taking hold of the waistband of her panties, and slowly and deliberately pulling them off, all the way past the tips of her toes to reveal the full glory. Never anything about how drunk she got on Saturday night, funny about that. There are some things you probably don't want to know about, anyway. We got through the pleasantries pretty quickly."So, Dad, did Mom show you anything?"What the hell? I won't pretend I didn't know what she was talking about, but I still had no idea what to say. "You looked so hot I wanted to eat you up," didn't sound right, even if it was true."Um." Dad, the photo?" Yeah, sweetie, she did." Did you like it?" You looked. ... When she finished, she gave my bottom a little playful slap and told me to go into the bedroom and put on the lingerie she had laid out for me on the bed. Well, when I left the bathroom, I was amazed at the way the suite looked. It was all freshened up, and you would never know that two gals had stayed in this suite last night. The drapes were opened, soft music was playing on the stereo, and it was a beautiful clear day outside. On the bed, which Sandy and the maid had put back.