I’m sorry.”I just kept whispering,“I’m sorry.” I knew it wouldn’t do any good. How can you “take back” something like this? You can’..., and I knew it, and I knew my life was over.“Daddy,” Ash said through her tears. “It’s okay. I made you mad.”“I am the worst father in the world.”“No, you aren’t.”“I’m so ashamed, you deserve a better father than me.” “I’m sorry, Daddy, for acting up like I did.”Stunned, I responded, “You have nothing to be sorry about! You just need a little guidance is all, and. I just realized that I was still half naked, lol. But I looked damm good. I wave my helmet at them, and pointing at it, and they get even louder. I walk up to the four mgrs, and give each a 'homie hug' , arms around the shoulders. “This is fuckin awesome guys---you guys did great”. I didn't ask who's idea it was, and didn't even find out until years later. I wave the helmet again to the crowd and point to the mgrs. The crowd roars up again. Running back to the field house again, I finish. You’ll know, she said. That was when I was a lot younger. You, you did me a favor. It was a small thing for you. It was a big thing for me. I’d made a mistake at work and you caught it before it made it to the boss. I could have lost my job. You helped me fix it and I told you I would do anything you wanted out of gratitude. Like anything a woman tells a man she’s interested in, my declaration was a test. I realized the risk I was taking, that you might ask me to do something I don’t want to. We were on holiday in Spain I think and at an all-inclusive resort, we were sharing the room with our three kids. Not ideal for romance but necessary to fit our tight budget requirements.I was as horny as could be, the resort was awash with bare boobs, swollen pudenda and flirtatious behaviour. Everywhere I looked was a camel toe, bare boob or other distraction.In due course we found ourselves back in our room before the evening meal.My wife declared that she was going to take a shower and went.