“Can I get you something to drink while you wait,” a pretty waitress asked.We both ordered sodas.An older, though still quite attractive, version ...f our waitress pulled up a chair to our table and said, “I want to thank you for ordering our sampler platter. We are off the beaten path, so only those who know we are here come to dine with us. We have found our sampler platter is an excellent way for new prospective customers to see if we have a dish they like. It won’t be very much longer for. I ran my hands up and down them a couple of times enjoying the feeling ofhaving them on over my smooth legs. There is almost nothing moreexhilarating. I plopped the black flats into the floorboard of the carand slid my feet into them. I searched the bag for the lipstick andblush, that was all I bought that day. My heart began to race. I tookone quick deep breath and opened the car door.I stepped out onto the pavement and felt the wonderful breeze on my barelegs. It was a beautiful, yet. Clara was my girlfriend.I, of course, introduced her to Tom and he complimented us on how nice we looked together. It wasn't long before we began to double date with Tom and any number of other girls. He never seemed to keep a steady girlfriend and they didn't seem to mind. Clara mentioned this a couple of times to me. I told her that he wasn't the type to settle down or want to get to know a girl. She seemed perplexed about Tom but it didn't get in the way of our relationship.We had gotten to. You’re less than half my age, and,” I added, “wouldn’t you feel bad if you got me to cheat on your mother?”She rationalized, “It’s not cheating dad, we are family, you me and mom. Mom has always let me make my own choices; she supports me in everything I do.” “You taking her husband to bed might be over the line, even for her.”My step-daughter smiled then puckered her lips as a kiss, “Maybe, but who’s going to tell her? Good night dad, think about me, about us. I love you.” My step-daughter.