The soft skin of her flat stomach with its tiny down-like fine hairs made any guy want to slowly feel his way to her sensual spot.I sat there watching...my daughter reveal her sixteen year old body to me again, knowing that I should not be looking. However, I could not take my eyes off of her. No matter how much I tried to look away from her slowly exposing nakedness, my head was glued to her. The fabric of the night shirt just kept drifting upwards and finally, the soft roundness of her tiny. That led them to do CT scan.”“Jess said she didn’t know what the treatment was,” I said.Tracey frowned, “There aren’t any. There have been experimental therapies, but none of them have shown any promise.”“Shit,” I sighed.We finished our lunch, and then walked back to my car for the short drive to the hospital. We went up to Marty’s room, and after a quick kiss, Tracey left me alone with Marty. The first thing I noticed was something Jessica had warned me about - lesions on Marty’s face and arms. Paula the new woman’s name wondered out loud if I would have time to set up her computer then she would have time to clean the kitchen and unpack as she desperately needed the computer for her job she told Mrs. D she was a script writer but was semi retired now and wanted to enjoy life and she had just move here from NY City where she had lived and worked for nearly 40 years. She wanted to get her PC up so she could upload her script to her editor in NY before Monday. I informed Paula I could. It’s the later parts where I fuck up and have a self-destruct tendency that blows it up. Never a bad breakup but a breakup nonetheless.I check my cellphone to check the time, 7:15pm, and I see a message from Brittany with her address and smiling emoji… Ding Dong! Just like the Usher song title: There goes my baby. I walk to the front door, open it and there she is, Amanda. “Good evening, James,” she says in a sultry voice as she unbuttons her short trench coat. I just stood there looking.