RenpetSasha leapt out of bed full of energy. She smiled brightly. Renpet's advice sounded exactly right. In a flurry of activity she hit the bathroom ...efore dressing and heading downstairs.Dad was in his Sunday spot, sitting on a bar stool at the kitchen island counter with a mug of coffee in one hand - the angry Donald Duck mug she'd given him for his birthday two years ago - and the newspaper spread open on the countertop. The air was full of aromas; baked beans, sausages, bacon, toast. Today. I'll rid you of all that nasty tension I can feel."I felt the bed move around me as it took her weight, my body rolling slightly towards the side that she mounted before she crawled over to me. Kneeling, she put one bare leg over me, straddling my waist, and once again bent over my back to massage my muscles. Her strong fingers worked their way into my shoulders again, and my whole body relaxed against the bed. The fabric of my shirt was becoming bunched up around my neck, and the feeling that. "Well?" she asked."Well what?" I replied."God, did you get any action?" she groaned."Action?" I said."Yeah, did you get his cock out, you know," she said."No, nothing like that," I replied and I could feel myself colouring up."So what happened?" she asked."Well we went for a drink and then he took me home," I explained."So nothing happened then?" she asked."Well we kissed and things," I said shyly."Yes, what 'and things'?" she asked. "God, it's like getting blood from a stone. What we need as. “Dad gone?” I asked.“Off at church,” she said, sounding a annoyed. My dad had a ritual of going to the big warehouse-type hardware store every Sunday morning. Mom called it his temple. The strange thing was that my dad never really ever did any projects around the house. He’d come home sometimes with a new tool, or whatever, but I never saw him using any of them to actually fix something. “Becca?”“Downstairs watching cartoons.”I pulled the covers aside, got out of bed and walked over to her. It.