All hard lines, age giving him more of a weathered look. He didn’t have that soft look of other politicians.He liked to maintain his blue collar cre..., as he put it. It was why my brother and I went to public school and not private.“I’m going to do my yoga,” I said. “Is that okay, Daddy?”“Oh, sure,” he said, his eyes flicking up and down me. The paper rustled as he lowered it more. “That’s quite the ... outfit.”“Oh, this?” I asked, shrugging. “Just something I threw on. Do you like it?”“It’s .... "I must have sounded sarcastic. "Oh, is that all I have to do?"Dad said, "No, you have a house to run, a school to attend, and other activities. I'm trying to keep you busy."Charlene paled. This was obviously not good news and I wondered if she could keep from crying. I felt compassion for her like never before. Then, of course, I quit the altruism trip and felt sorry for myself. I would have had him some of those nights.Deborah said, "You said you were in drama. Selling is drama, but you have. Hi Dad. She said as she walked by watching me stare at her bare ass. Take a picture it lasts longer. She said sarcastically as she looked back over her shoulder with a wicked smile. Maybe I should. I replied. You know, I took pictures of your mother when she was pregnant with you. A very short conversation ended with Mandy bringing me our new digital camera. I took a few generic pictures of her showing off her bulging preteen belly and large, stiff tits. As the session progressed, she started. This was so wrong.They spent the next few minutes in silence. Beckie got herself a bowl of cereal and went upstairs. Then Cindy's phone vibrated in her pocket. It was from her uncle. Last thing Cindy knew, he didn't have her number. But despite herself, she felt excited. A tingling sensation built up in her stomach, and her heart almost skipped a beat as she read the text message.“Need relief. You home?”Oh, shit. What am I gonna do.“Yes, but Beckie is home.” she typed, her heart racing.“Come to.