"H-hi," Daddy stuttered, his eyes not quite meeting mine as he continued to gawp at my barely concealed assets. "I think you've been avoiding me Daddy..." I pouted. "I don't think you want to see me, you're never here." "I've been...busy," Daddy said, distractedly, as if formulating a sentence under these circumstances was an effort for him. I raised an eyebrow, partly from humour and partly from disbelief and slowly began to saunter towards Daddy, my long smooth legs gliding over the tiled. Laksmi devigaaroo meru velli akkadavunna aa mancham meeda vellikoorchondi…velli mancham meeda koochunnanu..nuvvu velli aavidi vodilo tala pettukuni padukuni aavidi rommulu cheeku antoo mallee..maridi vochhi navollo tala pettuku padukunnadu..atani kalla edurugaa naa vurojaalu.. vaati erratimonaloo.kadulutunnayi..vaatini notito anduko…naaku poortigaa mati poyindi.. ippatike naa korika lechipoyindi..ippudu vaatini atanu notlo pettukunte inka nenu control lovundalenu..naa edama baayi mona mottamgaa. “Are you listening to me?” I asked her, “Jenn do you hear me?” as I shook her arm. She looked at me and said “What? I guess I was thinking of something else.”“What were you thinking about?” was my response.“Your dick” Jenn stammered as she blushed and looked at me crinkling up her pretty nose. “I haven’t thought of anything else since the episode in the bathroom. I even catch myself daydreaming about it and I want to masturbate when I do.”Now it was my turn to blush. My younger sister just told. "Not really," Peter answered. "Most people do poems so, like, a page or two. Some people write stories that can get a little long, but mostly it’s poems. This week it's four poems and this creative non-fiction thing that's just ten pages, so not so bad." Jason was actually enjoying talking to Peter, beginning to remind himself why they'd been friendly, now that the subject had turned away from manipulating and using people in a vile way. Jason felt comfortable enough to offer something vaguely.