" He pointed to the wet spot of pre-cum that had formed on the front of my skirt, as they both laughed. The door was opened, as we were let inside.We ...ot in, and saw a darkly lit room. Inside was a dancing are, like any strip club. There was also an open walkway, covered, of course, leading to an adult bookstore next door with booths. There was another burly bouncer there, standing watch, so nobody got a free show. The booths were token operated, where, I have no doubt, men could watch porno. No qualms and misgivingsabout it. Shortly afterwards, while I was hopping down the stairs, Alia cropped up into the living room, carrying a plate of cup cakes with one hand. She gestured over to me and voiced out, ‘Come and have breakfast, will you?’ ‘No, thank you.’ I rushed past her off into the kitchen and she right away followed me. ‘You are going to have an interview on an empty stomach, Ragnhild, are you?’ ‘I will eat later, mom.’ I tossed open the door of our tall refrigerator and began. Didn’t you ever see any movies about the Middle Ages? They always showed catapults and stuff like that.”“Nobody here on Chaos has anything like that.”“Why not? They are easy to build and devastating to an unprotected target. Didn’t you build one as a kid?”“No. Who does that?”“All us kids did.”“Seriously?”“Sure! My Boy Scout council had contests at the summer Jamborees. Everyone built them! I won’t say my patrol ever won, but I’ve certainly built a few.”“You’re serious? You’ve built them. "Hey kiddo! You okay?" I asked him. Keeping an eye on Tara who was smiling to herself in the corner. She got up and hugged me very tight, thrusting her waist into me slightly, "Hiya dad." She said happily. The rest of the day was normal, but every now and again I caught Tara staring at my bulge and she even brushed past it once or twice. What was she playing at? I'm her dad!For dinner, we had sausage and mash. I kept watching Tara eat sausages in the most explicit way, obviously pretending to.