He couldn't ask her how she would feel if he had wanted to have sex with her mother, provided that she had been alive, because the fact was that she w...sn't. Iris had grown up without a parental figure of the same gender, and that probably made her incapable of understanding why Dave would have a problem with the idea of her having sex with his father."I feel your reluctance, and you think I wouldn't understand why." I thought my magnetic field interfered with your abilities." Well, now I'm. " she pouted."Yeah, but there isn't any sand, not seagulls crapping on you, no smell of salt air, not pier to walk on, no beach to walk on, no saltwater to wade in... " he was rambling on."No rude little kids with big mouths, no insensitive jerks who can't resist commenting on the tall girl. Why do guys think that everything that comes out of their mouths is an original thought? Like "How's the weather up there stretch?" or "Can I climb you" and the way they stare, like they bought a ticket for. He went into the main hallway, where there was a full-size mirror mounted on one of the closet doors. He studied himself, admiring his attractive body. He felt some regret knowing that as far as his health and attractiveness were concerned, this was it. He was at the peak of his health. It wasn't going to get any better. For the next 60 years he faced a slow steady decline, which at best he could delay if he took proper care of himself.He turned around to study his backside in the mirror. His. Jill was wearing a pair of panties, pantyhose and nothing else. There were two blouses lying on the bed, still in hangers. She had a dresser drawer open and would remove a bra, hold it up near the blouses, shake her head, sigh and take it back to the drawer. After three or four bras, I went into the kitchen, poured myself some coffee and looked around for something for breakfast.There was a package of breakfast burritos in the freezer. I put four of them on a plate and put them in the.