The first part of the morning was busy as usual, but after lunch time I started to get even more nervous. Finally the phone at my desk rang and my Bos... called me up to his office.His name was Paul. He was a handsome middle aged man, married naturally; but I knew he loved to flirt with most of the women that worked with him. I found him sitting at his desk and he invited me to take a chair on the opposite side.Paul had gone to lunch with other managers of the Company. I could see he had enjoyed. Powerful hum of the black stallion of a mighty Charger rolling to pick meup.He got out to get the door for me, his strong hand brushed high up mysmooth shaven thigh, I gasped, he circled my silken waist, and planted akiss which was preceeded by an exploring tongue darting upon my lips, mybody arched in black satin, my breathing very audible.Next thing was owning the road with the rockin stereo blasting, his handmoved up and down my smooth arm, he liked being in control, I was sovulnerable in. ”“Forget the penguins, Bob. I gotta see THAT!”“Seriously?”“You don’t want to?”“No, I really do, but...”“But what? I’m a girl and that stuff’s not gonna interest me?”“Well...”I tossed a little attitude into my tone. “We’ve been living under the same roof for weeks. Haven’t you paid ANY attention, Bob? I AM interested in things. Mechanical things. Electrical things. Technology.”“Okay, then ... Let’s go look at aviation history.”We DID that. Drive back towards Houston, destination Ellington Field.. My father jerked away from me. "Don't answer her," I whispered. But, it was already too late. My father arranged his clothes and walked to the bathroom door, then turned to look at me. The gleeful, dark, ripe lust I'd seen in his eyes just a moment before was gone, replaced with fear and shame. "Daddy!" I pleaded. "Get dressed," he said, harshly. "Hurry up!" He slammed the door shut and I leaned back, my pussy aching and unfulfilled. Two weeks went by. Dad stopped coming home on Tuesdays and.