I swore under my breath and reached down. No luck. All I managed to do was knock if further under the desk. I pushed my chair back, huffed a little th...n got on my hands and knees and crawled under the desk to retrieve that stupid tube of wood.As I poked about I noticed, not more than three feet away, a nylon clad foot. No shoe, just a nicely shaped foot covered in dark nylon. Not so thick that I couldn't see the skin beneath, nor yet so sheer that there wasn't some mystery to the barrier. My. I glanced up and saw she was looking at me with that alluring smile of hers. I quickly looked elsewhere hoping not to have been caught. She continued talking about her day and how she was going to enjoy seeing old friends and family.My eyes begin to wander back down her body starting with her sleek neck, past the thin straps of the nightie clinging to her shoulders, round the outline of those pert tits, her nipples are pointing through the thin material of her nightie. I continued down. Breakfast was a bowl of oatmeal for each, warm and sweet, smothered with syrup on top, to make everyone feel good to be home together. A cup of black Joe for Clark infused the air with a robust, invigorating aroma. A full-throated sigh of masculine satisfaction followed each sip, reminding all that he was the man of the house.“Today, I have a surprise for my little munchkins,” he said, bouncing them on his knees. “But, first we have to make more room for Mr. Rooster and his ladies to run. I’ve gone from single to married, from employed to unemployed, and now ‘home’ is a forty by sixteen foot houseboat. I’m sitting in a captain’s chair eight feet above the Gulf Intracoastal Waterway, sipping a soft drink, watching the banks slide by at a stately pace.And I’m smiling. The guy sitting next to me has hauled me head over heels in love, taken me out of my standardized lifestyle, and he’s got us on the first day of a journey that, frankly, has no schedule nor destination. I think it’s.