“She’s shopping,” I said. My sort-of daughter nodded.“Just wanted to drop by and congratulate you. Cherry’s clued mom and well, we were all ...inda surprised,” she said.“Okay,” I said.“Dad are we okay?” she said.“It’s relative, but yes, more or less, I guess,” I said.“You’re my father, not more or less my father,” she said. I didn’t say anything.“Dad?” she said, obviously waiting for me to say something.“A person only has one dad. Sometimes there’s a stepdad in the mix, but there can only be one. She had inserted a carrot in her ass, another in her pussy, and she was sucking a lollipop. Best of all she was just 11 miles from me.After a couple of wanks I was more able to concentrate on writing to her. That was my excuse anyway. I was surprised how long it took to write something that might stand out and rewrote it three times. It still wasn’t very good and I regretted sending it the moment it went, but then it was too late.Hi…I’ve never replied to an advert before so please bear with me.. I was drinking champagne bought and paid for by the man who had stolen my bride. The least I could do was run up as big of a room service tab as possible. This trip was as close to a severance package as I would get before I quit or got fired. I broke both champagne glasses in the fireplace. Wasn’t that what you were supposed to do after making a toast? You threw the glass in a fireplace to seal the deal, right? I purposely overfilled the hot tub with bubbles. And yes, I jerked off on the red. He looked over from his digging to the edge of the pit, and there they were—brown, perfectly formed, and decorated with purple nail polish—in flip-flops. Not cheap Walmart flip-flops but nice leather ones from a high-end department store.Ray looked up. The sun was directly over her head, so he only saw a shapely silhouette in a summer dress, large sunglasses, and a round, shady hat.“You’re the waterfall guy?”“Yes, ma’am. I’m Ray Perkins.”“Simone.” She was sipping from a glass. “You dig all.