There were plenty of women in the bar but they wanted to dance and party. The only thing that would interest me was a quick fuck and a good night’s ...leep. Neither of those happened although I had frequent flashbacks to my evening with Phyllis. I realized that I didn’t know her last name or where she lived so even if I did want to find her again, it would be a total bust. I just had to go on with my life. School would start in less than two weeks and I would once again immerse myself into. It had been a hell of a rush, and I knew I would always think back to last night fondly.I wanted something like that with my daughter. It would have to be different in some aspects, I knew. But seducing Kara, stepping her towards the idea of getting fucked by her father ... that was a delicious idea.I would probably have to give a few more follow up suggestions, but I would be careful to leave them ambiguous to a certain extent. I wanted to see the look in my daughter’s lovely eyes the first. She takes in a drag of the cigarette and puffs out cloudy white smoke. She sighs to herself, revelling in the peace. It is not to last, of course. From inside, the phone rings. She moves automatically to answer it, then in a brief moment of rebellion hesitates – decides to ignore it. There will be consequences. She does not care. At least, not now. The phone stops ringing. He comes up quietly behind her. She does not hear him until he is directly behind her. Her wrist is caught, quite suddenly,. She looked around and stated in a mock stern voice, “What did I tell you about making a mess?”Davie frowned and answered, “Yes, Mommy.”John lowered his head with an exaggerated frown. “Yes, Ma’am.”Jack brought up the rear assuming a like posture. “Yes, Ma’am.”John eased himself off the couch. “Davie, how about you pick up the tool set we use to fix the rocket ship and put it back in your room. Jack will put the couch together. I’ll pick up the hand grenades over here.”Davie smiled, relieved.