”May 20, 1995, Chicago, Illinois“Sensei Steve!” Marcia said excitedly when my wives, Michelle, Birgit, and I walked into the dojo.“Hi, Marcia....How was your week?”“OK. Is it OK if I think you’re a better teacher?”“I might be a better teacher for you,” I said. “But different people need different styles of teacher.”“The competition is next weekend. Will you be in town this week?”“Yes. I’ll be here every night to work with you.”“Great!”“Let me go talk to Sensei Jim before class.”“OK!”I went into. Samantha started her sentence again, "I will be back after I change and get dressed. Then you need to take a shower." She walked up with Sydney, leaving Jim all alone. There he waited for her return, in full anxiety. Half an hour later Jim had to pee. He couldn't move much and his hands were tied so he peed where he stood. To his horror he heard girls' giggles. Once the sound got closer it was obvious to him that it came from a party of girls that were walking on the side walk. Jim tried to. She was getting ready for a photoshoot at a new skateboard shop downtown near their apartment that evening."Thanks, Belle," he answered. That was his nickname for her these days. It seemed to be a popular name with the kids, probably from some animated movie or something.As he kissed Annabelle goodbye, Thomas set the white shipping box on the coffee table in front of him. He thought he knew what it was, and as he opened it, his suspicions were confirmed. His contact at Virtual Systems had come. In fact one time I had walked in on her when she was 14 as she was fingering herself to some of my porno mags. At the time I had been all noble and a model of self-restraint. I had taken a deep breathe, reminded myself that this naked teenager was my own flesh and blood and had only talked with her acting in the role of a loving father. So now in response my 15 year old daughter had taken up with a man nearly twice her age. I was regularly kicking myself for the missed opportunity dreaming of.