That was Friday evening, down to just Sara and me; and, even though we had the end in our sites, we had a solid day's worth of work still to do.Fortun...tely - and this was the only silver lining - the mainframe we were working on was not downtown. It was at a data complex in another city. Since we had computers and modems at home, it wouldn't be that bad."Sara," I said, "I just want to make an offer here. I have two computers at home, and two phone lines. You're welcome to come work at my place,. " Sure, Mrs. Wilkinson, I'll be glad to help them."And so arrangements were made. The Wilkinsons lived about half a mile from my house, so I agreed to meet the boys that afternoon at their house to start their lessons.After lunch, I loaded up my gear in a backpack and rode my bike over to their house. I rang the bell, and a lady answered the door."Yes? Oh, hi Sean. I remember you from my sons' game. I'm Lori Wilkinson. Come on in and meet the boys."I was a little shocked that this person was. Well, taking one is always wonderful and many, but not all showers are wonderful. This one meets the grade with a large shower head, good water pressure and it's high enough up that he doesn't have to stoop, at least not for the water. Ruby is shorter than he is by a good six inches and he loves it. In bed it never matters, but here he loves to be able to cuddle her head against his chest and bend just slightly to kiss it. And he loves to see her wet. The warm water courses over her head. She sat down without looking at her father, who was glaring at her, getting an eyeful of her teenaged beauty! The skirt was very short, high on her lovely, curvy thighs. And she just knew he was staring at her tits with their pointy nipples!She took a sip of her coffee. Her slim fingers trembled against the cup. She swallowed hard. A hot flash passed through her body for some strange reason."Daddy, please don't look at me like that," she murmured weakly, feeling like a bug under a.