We chat for a little bit, talk about movies, soccer, she shares a little about her family. Our conversation is flirtatious. I ask her about her ex, ...ow it ended, what happened, if she was okay talking about it. She didn't go into a lot of detail, but mostly said she was tired of being treated poorly. Tired of being so uncertain in that relationship, tired of being on edge, tired of constantly wondering if he's cheating on her.Naturally I steer the conversation more sexually, playful at. "Why are you so wet?"I don't know where the idea came from but I said, "I've been going to the doctor about a problem I've been having with my irregular period. He gave me some hormone pills to use, but they have a side effect. They make me horny as hell and when I get horny the pills make me cum. I've been cumming all afternoon." How come you never came before?" I always have honey, but it was only just a trickle before I started taking the pills, hardly even noticeable. When I took the pills. I didn’t know then that it was high tide time and hence there were no crowds or even a single person there. A bottle got thrown up to the shore by the sea waves.It was a typical film type scene with a rolled paper in the glass bottle. I was intrigued by it. I opened the cork and removed the paper. It seemed to be very old and had some writings on it. But I couldn’t read it as it was in some different language. But heck, we now have Google Translate!I found the language to be Tamil and I. You have to show you're horny enough to do that before you can become an active."I told her I could handle it, but in my mind there was a doubt. And so, the next weekend I went home. Saturday evening, Mom was off in another part of the house, and Daddy was in the den. I knew it was time to go talk to him.My heart was pounding as I moved into the room. I wanted to seem casual, but I was a tense as I could be."Daddy, can I ask you a question?"He gave me a warm smile that helped me feel a little.