”“What does that mean?”“Fewer questions. More showering.”“It’s not much, but it’s all mine.”She looked around, her eyes twinkling. �...�Manly. So very, very manly.”“Admittedly, the aesthetic is a bit minimalist.”“The aesthetic is ‘I refuse to make any sort of artistic statement with my apartment so that no woman with actual taste will want to spend time anywhere but in my bed.’ Is that what you were going for? Well done, if so.”“If you’re still here tomorrow morning, I guess we’ll find out. First,. He was playing with me and this panty is too tight for you, he said. It is leaving an elastic mark around your hips. He was right. I looked to see that there was deep mark running all around my hips. You should not wear this. This will hurt your delicate skin.He ran his fingers over the mark as he made a circle around me. Hmmm. I managed to say. So you are not wearing this. Before I could think he pulled it down and the panty slid past my leg falling due to gravity all the way down to where my. " It was wonderful, Ian. So much better than I have ever known. You had a very good teacher." Let's not talk about that. You are the only woman on my mind. No one else matters anymore."There was another protracted but comfortable silence before:"What are you going to do if your boss wants you to move back to Vancouver?" That question has been running around in my mind too," I said. "We have two choices. I could resign and look for work here. Or..." Or what?" she said, her face set in a serious. I will do what I've always done. Love you. I can't change that about me, everything can be just like before.” Amanda states. “Everything is different Joe.” Megan passionately states. “You're not our father, that bastard is dead and good riddance.”I'm not sure how or where to go from here. How many times do I need to tell them I love them, how many ways I can show them that I love them. Amanda speaks with more emotion pulling me into her eyes. “You're not our father, we’re not your daughters,.