When I prepared an Alfredo pasta - delicious creamy, garlicky sauce tossed in fettuccine - she leaned over the saucepan, sniffed, and told me it neede... more salt.“You can’t smell salt, Sia,” I informed her, a bit miffed.“Well, I can!”The first taste confirmed my slightly wonky daughter could, indeed, smell salt. While it was amusing, this sensory development concerned me. How else had her brain been affected by the concussion?Worries vanished after dinner when we settled on the couch. Sia,. ...i was getting a bit turned on but kept my hands to myself...I tried to teach Cuz to swim and she tried quite a bit... Becoz of her full breasts my hands used to keep brushing against them and i apologized every time contact was made...she looked at me and smiled and told me to chill...she knew i wasnt doing it on purpose. she gave me a deep kiss on my cheek and my brain shot out a thousand signals... was a bit dazed though the kiss was pretty innocent. we got out the water and i could not. "Can you tell us what happened?" Her father's quiet voice penetrated his discomfort.He sighed. "Cathy ... I was waiting in the car, so I didn't see ... but the Police said she stepped off the kerb without looking round ... but the driver appeared to be under the influence of something and was driving too fast. There will have to be an inquest, I suppose." Well, come and make yourself at home, Den. I have a bottle of Auchentoshan that's rather good; will you have some?" You know, I think I will,. I looked her up and down: gorgeous, personality plus, and, shorter than me. Damn few downsides for sure. I rubbed my chin, and gave her my hardest stare."Okay," I said. "I could get my head around that. Tomorrow's Saturday. Wanna go out to eat and maybe see a show or something?" Absolutely," she said."Okay then. One thing though, a question." She nodded for me to ask it."Won't this put a crimp in your relationship with Stephanie?" Don't know, don't care. She's got her jock, I guess. I've got.