"Yes, my wife is a very busy woman. Big career. We decided early on that she would work and I would stay home with our daughter. So, I kinda have a go...d idea what you guys' lives have been about." I guess you do," Mark said."Makes you really close doesn't it?" Nick said as the dads nodded. "I can tell that you guys are really, really close with your daughters."Immediately both Mark and Ted were set on edge. Both wondered if Nick was getting at something; if he had seen something going on, maybe. He turns for his living room leaving me behind. Probably trying to give us space. I feel better and worse at the same time. I follow him through the open area and walk to his black leather sofa. Pressing buttons on a fancy remote, his large flat screen lights up. I tug on the sleeves of my thin, off the shoulder sweater so they're up to my elbows. It's hot in here. I perch on the edge of a cushion as he starts browsing through on demand movies of some kind. One of my hands is resting between. He released her and stood up, leaving her gasping and crying on the floor. He gave her a moment, then pulled her hand to bring her to her feet. She rose limply, exhausted and confused. He turned her by the waist forcing her to stand with her back facing him, and pushed her upper body down onto the desk. She rested on her elbows on the desk, ass thrust out toward him, and he smiled at the lovely view. ‘No, Cal. Please, no.’ She was now crying full-f***e again, and he loved it. He felt the firm. A good close strike, and you might just light up, so come on,’ he held out his hand. She looked from his body to his face doubtfully. He got to his knees beside the tub, ‘Emma, I know you’re afraid, and I understand that. But you’re also looking as though you’re afraid of me too. I don’t understand that. I was under the impression that you and I were friends when I left here the other day. I’m definitely not going to hurt the first friend I’ve had in I don’t know how many years, Emma. If I’m.