”He cracked a broad smile. “Oh, I have a smart daughter.”“Yes you do, and you can blame yourself for that, Dad. You put me through medical sch...ol and are legally considered fiscally and emotionally responsible for my degree in medicine.”“And these are the perks for my investment?”“I am not sure its listed under perks, more likely found under, Prescribed Restorative Therapy for the Partially Disabled.”“Are you sure this isn’t covered under Medicare?”“No Dad. It is under the same category as. Needless to say, he was in his truck before I could start the car. We went up on the roof where the smokers came to light up. We could be caught by anybody at any time. That just upped the turn on for us. He unzipped my pants, and slid his hand between my legs, and then just one finger inside. His other hand was up my shirt when he unhooked my bra for better access. I slid my hand down his pants, and proceeded to rub him until he pushed me down and pressed my face into his crotch. He took. He did feel the cups aswell, but he didn't linger on my budding breasts. Just like the manager,his big hands enjoyed themselves at the top of my stockings."Get a room, you two," said one of the other bouncers as Steve put hishands round the front.I blushed."Okay," said Colette, who had appeared from nowhere. "Leave her alone."I actually didn't need protecting. But I was grateful there was someonewatching out for me.His hands left me."That's quite enough of that," Colette said to Steve. She was. She kicked her brother under the table for watching the hula dancers too intently, but as they’d swimsuits under their grass skirts, he wasn’t seeing anything.When the dancers made everyone join in, her brother and dad under duress, she thought made it more fun. When the music transitioned to Aloha Oe — the fire dancers assuming light post duty — she was by her dad and grabbed onto him and pulled his hand back to her shoulder. Hula in slow motion was how she’d think of it.His pulling his waist.