" He said as he slipped on his shoes as he kept dressing."Make sure you wash your face before you go." She said acting a little embarrassed."You don't...want the boys to smell a little poo-dat on me?" He smiled."Ha, not at least until they meet the poo-dat you might be wearing." She responded.Before putting on a shirt Jared went to wash up and brush his teeth. Within 20 minutes he was off to get a war room set up for the coaches and he to work. Ann Comeche was supposed to find an intern to sit in. That was a dead end. It was beginning to look like I was the one screwing up my contracts. I wasn't sure if it was my ego or if I was right but I just couldn't accept that it was my fault.That evening I told Erica what happened and she reacted as expected. "So you made a few mistakes," she said, "everyone does. Now that you know what happened you can take steps to make sure it doesn't happen again. Maybe you could ask Bill to start proof reading your contracts with you again." I still don't. My immediate surprised disgust faded and turned into an odd state of embarrassed arousal. I was embarrassed that I was stealing glances at the screen, embarrassed at the effect it was having on me. Then I was confused. Confused as to why watching two people get it on should arouse me. I had never been a voyeur. I never spent much time thinking about it. And yet, there I was, drinking cheap beer, scolding myself for looking at the TV, feeling aroused.As soon as I got home, I rubbed one out. I like to walk hand-in-hand with her, just to show off that she's mine. I see them all staring.My older daughter is 20. She's the rebel of the household. Her name is Jennifer, and she's a gorgeous and petite blonde who resembles her mother as a young woman. She looks innocent but hardly dresses that way. She uses lots of makeup and dresses in skimpy clothing that shows off her substantial chest, and she dates sketchy boys that I don't like. I try to control her, but you know how it is.My.