Then they met mine. She reached for the money and put it in her purse. I held out my hand to her. "Would you accompany me to the penthouse?" She stood...and took my hand and we walked to the elevator to go upstairs. I led her to my bedroom and she looked around nervously. "Um, what do you want me to do first?" she asked softly. "First I want to see those perfect little tits," I said and unfastened the clasp at her neck and let her dress fall. They were just as I had imagined. Tiny and tan capped. “Lauren?” I ask.“Jason? I thought you were Sophie, I’m sorry. I really have to pee though.”“It’s ok, no big deal. Is everything ok?”“Not really, I’ve had a rough week. I got fired from work because a coworker was stealing from the register and blamed it on me, got a flat tire yesterday, and today Aaron sent me a text saying it was over, and he dropped off all of my stuff back at my apartment. I’m kind of a wreck. I was hoping Sophie would be here to talk.”“I’m so sorry. Sophie had to go back to. “Hurry, Gloria. For the love of God, hurry.”She tore down my 25 mile-per-hour street at about 45 and screeched to a halt by my building. I threw her a couple twenties and apologized for the language.She handed me her card.“If your baby ever goes out of town, call me? I’d like a Daddy, too!”I chuckled, ran inside, and got into the elevator.Maybe six months ago, Gloria. But not a chance now. I’ve got my Cassie.I finally got to the sixth floor and charged inside, dropping my shit and kicking off. It felt more like man and wife than father and daughter. And when we went to bed, I saw that Ava had changed she sheets and pillowcases."Ava, I don't want you getting used to being a second wife to your old man. You need to meet guys your age." I will, Dad, but I'm so damn happy being your bitch and maid and cook I just want to do this for a while."And so, we essentially became man and wife. She was a great wife, and I never left her wanting for orgasms in bed. She wanted to be my barber and I.