When the waiter headed our way, Victor gave me a quick jab with his shoulder. I hesitantly raised my hand. The waiter came right over, a friendly smil... on his face, “Yes? Anything I can help you with?” “I... Yes...” My face was so hot, I thought it must surely be beet red. “I.. I'd like the ice-cream c-cake...” Victor looked at me, telling me to continue. I was sweating so badly, I was afraid my skirt and panties were going to just slip all the way down. “w-with the p-pecan crumbles.” The. It may because we were all alone at home. She came with two cups of tea, one cup she handed to me and she sat nearby stool with another cup of tea. We discussed the daily activities of the house.I took a full report of the last few days. We listed a few items which I need to bring from town during my next visit. After completion of work-related talk, we started personal discussions about my family my work her k**’s education etc.By mistake, I asked about her husband. Suddenly her smiling face. I came home. Mission accomplished.“Sly, I’ve got a problem,” Joe whispered to me. We’d taken a glass of whiskey and a cigar into his father’s study.“I’m with you,” I said. “What do you need.”“I need your permission to court your sister,” he said.“That little brat?” I laughed. “God, can’t you do better than that.”“You remember her as a fourteen-year-old. We’ve changed in four years. So has she. Sly, I think Isabella would be approachable if I had your permission.”“Joe...” I looked into my. I-I" She stammered in a failed attempt to respond.Her voice trailed off and she started to whimper. By now her father was grabbing his pants and putting them back on, not wanting to scar his daughter with the sight of him in his tight briefs. He flicked on the light, and his eyes were immediately drawn to the floor. There, on it, sat one of his T-shirts, briefs from his drawer, and his daughter's skirt, panties, and top. Slowly, he looked back up at the girl, who was staring wide-eye'd and in.