The theater was still very quiet so Terry asked in a low voice, “What is your age, Lisa?” She replied, “Oh, I am 22 now, Daddy.” Terry nodded... replying, “Oh, I see” and turned to face the blank screen again. Then it hit him and his head turned quickly to the left with raised eyebrows to find Lisa smiling at him. She leaned in placing her hand onto his on the arm rest and pressed her lips to his left cheek and whispered into his ear, “Daddy? I really want to sit in the balcony seats. It’s. The door isn't locked, but it won't stay open by itself. Get it so it isn't latched, then we can push it open when you're ready to lift me again."It took two or three minutes before Sean felt ready. When he picked her up again, it was quite awkward getting them through the door, and he had to set her down again, this time on a bench in the entryway. "Sorry," he panted."Sorry? Nonsense. I can't believe you can just lift me like that." It must have been the combination of pain, embarrassment, and. "Last Saturday when we went to the triangle and back to yours," I said "Have you washed them? You came twice last week in them, have you checked the laundry?" Nadine responded with a serious look on her face. "Well I put them in the basket, but I can't remember them in the ironing pile," I replied. "Jeff has probably got them in his room, sniffing them while he whacks off! He looks the type, skinny, wimpy effeminate geek. I wouldn't be surprised if he even wears them when you're not in," she. Slowly, slowly, that was the key as I well knew; she had to feel desirable, not as though she were some interchangeable woman who was simply filling in until or unless I got a better offer."I can't believe you worry about your looks, mom. Other women? Hah! Candles against the sun. You're so much more radiant than they could ever hope to be." She blinked slowly, a wistful look in her eyes even as a slow smile spread over her face. Mentally I shook my head; how could she ever doubt her beauty?.