It calms him down, where you and your friends...” He harrumphed at the suggestion he was friends with all the others “You and they are always afte... something. No, no it’s true, not in a bad way, but you do pressure him. He needs a break sometimes, he’s only human, and she helps him.”They both looked over and saw him looking back. They both smiled, one out of love, one out of duty. Pete wandered off to refill his glass and found himself beside John; John the mellow, John the laid back, easy. His hand accelerated on his manhood."Daddy?" Stacy was calling him from the other side of the wooden door.Good thing he locked it, he thought as his erection subsided by his daughter's voice. He zipped his pants back up and tried to act normal when he opened the door for Stacy who was frowning. His mind instantly assumed Carmyn told Stacy that her creepy old dad was flirting with her. "What's the matter?" he nervously inquired."You were supposed to clean the pool out," she said through clenched. My whole right arm is accross you now, elbow pointing to the floor, holding you tight to me. i move my left hand down your stomach, find the button on your jeans, and open it.*you shouldn't be doing that. you exclaim.-neither should you. i retort, a playfulness in my voice.*i'm not doing anything. you reply innocently.-so shut the fuck up and enjoy it then. if you're not doing anything, then you're not doing anything wrong are you? i move my head from your right side to your left, my right elow. "But don't let it frighten you. After 9 months ofhard work, the sight of the baby in your arms makes you very very happy." And it's the only time you like to hear a baby cry," said John."Don't be horrid," said Liz. "Babies are always crying."John walked away and said no more."What did daddy mean?" asked Michael."If the baby isn't crying when it is born, then it isn't good," said Liz."Don't ask any more please."They didn't, and headed upstairs to play."Have you ever seen a baby being born?".