His eyes were huge and I noticed he had his hand in his lap probably trying to hide his erection."You oughta be ashamed. I should ground you for that ...r get my belt and spank you. You are acting like a slut." Oh yeah, I am, but we both know how you like your sluts daddy."I walked away slowly making sure to sway my ass with every step. I went into my room and turned on my tv and waited.It was late when I heard his footsteps outside my room. He had probably had more to drink and I heard him pause. Imagine an eternity listening to used car salesmen... She was pretty panicked by the end of the season and promising never to ever bet again and to never believe her dad when it came to football.In pity, and because there was a reason I never did argue about the pervert part, I offered her a way out. One final bet on the last game of the season, Broncos and the Raiders at Mile High or Coors Field or whatever the hell they called it. The Broncos needed the game to get into the playoffs. The. Otherwise I'm gonna have to come back here and make you have fun." I might like that," said Britney with a wide smile. Amber shook her head, suddenly realizing her intents. She couldn't let that happen again.Dave was in a funk when he woke up. He had slipped back into his deep depression after Britney left him hanging in the bar the night before. He woke up with a new reason to be depressed though. He was depressed because he was sick of being depressed. He knew he had to get his life back on. Dave would need a beer, he wasn't a good passenger. Tess pulled to a stop in a swirl of dust, stepped from the drivers seat and saw that Drew was coming down the steps to greet them. Drew opened the gate to the house yard and stepped out with his arms wide open. Tess wrapped her arms around his rib cage and held him tightly. "Am I glad to be here. Dave made me drive all the way, he wanted to be sure I could travel that far on my own. I think he might be a nervous wreck," she quipped. Dave.