I guess that's what the psychologists call transference. If I didn't know better, Happy, I would think you tipped that can of paint on purpose. Why ...m I in the shower, naked, with my incredibly sexy daughter?”“Because I wanted you to be.” I kissed his lips. “Because I want you.”“Hap . . .”I stopped his mouth from talking, with my mouth. I gave it something else to do, by sticking my tongue in it. He let our oral digits dance. His hands slid down to my nether globes and squeezed. My. By the time she was 15, that had climbed to at least five games out of 10.During her senior year, she could easily beat me eight games out of 10.But all of those games had been really close, really competitive. It was not unusual for some games to actually go into the 30s, before one of us (usually Carrie) would eke out a two-point victory margin. I think the highest scoring game we had ever played was 39-37.While it was true that I had not played in over two years, I still kept myself in. "Why don't we see what you've been hiding under here?"Markow rucked her shirt upwards. It snagged where Fiona was lying on it, but he was still able to bare her breasts and the little cotton panties she was wearing."Oh they sure do look pretty," he cooed. "Good enough to eat in fact."With that, Markow dropped his head and slurped at Fiona's left nipple. She had been stoic up until now, hadn't squealed or screamed, but the feel of his tongue on her naked flesh was too much."STOP IT! GET OFF ME. .." That was easily the most incoherent thing a college student has ever said to me."Anne took another deep breath and got to the point. "Can we continue the lecture we had yesterday? It was thought provoking and a new experience for me."Patricia raised an eyebrow, "I'm not so sure that's a good idea. I sincerely want to help you with your paper, but I don't want to risk ruining the relationship we have." I'm serious. I've given it a lot of thought. I know I overreacted yesterday, but I want to.