"I-I can't stay here," Erica said."Yes, you can," Mrs. Turner replied. "My husband said you're going to stay." "But you don't understand. I must get h...me. I must. People will be looking for me." Mrs. Turner gave her a sympathetic look. "Maybe you're not a whore, but there's nothing I can do. You're have to stay until he says you can leave." Erica looked longingly at the phone. If only she could get Mrs. Turner out of the room for a few minutes, she might be able to get to the phone. Then she. He had left the bedroom curtains open in the middle, and a golden bar of sunlight from the rising sun moved slowly towards his face as she watched him, she kissed him lightly on his brow as the sun kissed his lips and she joined the warmth on his lips brushing them gently with her own kiss."I love you daddy" she whispered, not wanting to wake him yet, and kissed again, her hand resting on his chest she caressed him, as she touched and then kissed his nipples, her hand moved down his chest. He pulled out and I just stayed there leaning over the large sink counter.He said, "Frank would like to know if your invitation is open to him also?"I turned my head, looked at him, and said, "How else will I get filled with sperm if I only fuck one of you guys?"Carl said, "Yeah, I thought so but I still had to ask."He walked out the door and instantly Frank walked inside. Before he could say anythingI said, "Well hurry up, we don't have all day, whip it out and let's get to work."I watched him. That makes me happy because I have fun reading those stories. The idea that such fun children’s stories existed was a revelation for me when I became a father. It’s enormous fun to read them out loud and let their rhythms and rhymes roll around on my tongue. I suppose the girls will let me know when they think they’re too old for Dr Seuss. Then I guess I’ll be reduced to reading the stories to Percival. Mind you, Dan told me loud and clear when he was finished with Dr Seuss, but I’ve noticed a.