After a relaxing foot massage, a pale pink nail polish was chosen for her toes. The young girl covered her feet with paper slippers so she wouldn't sl...p and the nail polish would dry without smudging. She was then led to the manicurist's table, and her hands were given the same pampering treatment and her fingernails were painted with the same pale pink nail polish to match her toes. The next station was a table that she reclined on, and she chose to have her brows waxed and a facial done. When we could actually chat, he informed me of the Saturday night protocol – that guys standing alone by the bar were indicating there “availability”. So, Red wanted to know, was I? Available for what? Sex. Excuse me? He said that was the routine. If I didn’t want to get hit on, I should move to a table. I laughed that off and Red continued to chat me up. We got past small talk about placement and classes and he persisted. I looked like someone who did the “Hall” – so was I? I didn’t know what. Megan was curled up against him and he was acutely aware of every spot of her body that touched him. Soon, he had no idea what they were watching. He was busy trying to figure out how to get to his room without her seeing the huge hard-on that he was hiding. For a change, he wanted to get upstairs before she did, so he could watch her from the moment she got in her room.He could not have imagined that what was about to happen would change his whole life.He nudged his daughter and said, "Let me. This spring weekend in particular I decided at the last minute to hitch hike to my home located in rural southeast Michigan. I was 18 years old and had not dated much at the college with only had a couple of heavy petting experiences. I was much more sexually active in high school where I experienced some rather wild sexual adventures with some attractive, but slutty HS girls. I hadn’t been laid in weeks, so I was hoping to score at home this particular weekend. I was a pretty good looking.