“Don’t look now,” I said, although I was sure she heard the zipper of my jeans being opened.“I won’t, dad,” she said, but at the same time...she started unbuttoning her own shirt.“What are you doing?” I asked, like a properly concerned parent. Her shirt was already hanging down by her elbows, only held on by the sleeves, and a white bra had come into full view.“I don’t mind if you see them once, dad,” she said, and before I could tell her not to she had snapped the bra open from the front and let. It’s satisfying to see kids come in broken and go out, weeks or months later, if not whole then with most of the pieces and a big old pot of glue. I see the abuse victims, the kids who are getting a hard time at school, the depressed and the anxious. Pills help some, but you got to be careful with pills and kids, and anyway that’s up to the family doc or the psychiatrist not me. When I’m talking to the kids I need a way in. With boys it’s oftentimes the same things - sports, video games,. My wife had decided to wear a little white cotton dress with spaghetti straps over the shoulders, 5 little flimsy buttons to hold it closed at the boobs and it went down to just above her knees.Two of the buttons had fallen off the dress when she got it, and when she was getting dressed a third fell off.I couldn't have wished for better cos now she was showing even more cleavage, and from the right angle you could see a bit of nipple showing.As we walked to the bar she kept walking in front of . ..l know dad,but...but what...dad...said...you dont like looking at old people,s bits?....id not been to gran,s for a few years...since l was 15/16...and then i didn,t like what l saw..but now lm 21...and should be able..to cope....gran lives in a very nice part of the country...big house...lots of country side to walk in...so ideal for nature lovers.we got to gran,s...it was nearly dark...dad beep the horn..and gran and grandad..came out and met us all...the usual kiss..and shake of hands...i.