" What was that about?" I asked suspiciously, wondering why my father had called him instead of me."Oh, he just-" we were interrupted again by another...call, though he seemed confused this time. "Hello, Claire," he said warily."Oh, great," I sighed and almost ran my fingers through my hair, remembering just in time what my hair looked like.Whatever she was saying had his eyes going round and a grin splitting his face."Seriously, no kidding?" he asked as he pulled out onto the driveway."What. "Harlan, I'm sorry," I heard him say as the door slammed behind me. I drove back to my place as fast as I could. That, as it turned out, was a bad idea, at least the cops thought so - they busted me. The Breathalyzer betrayed me at “.12” blood alcohol. The jail turned out to be cold, fucking wonderful. One thing about being in the tank, I had time to think if not to drink. I took stock of my situation. My wife had screwed me over. I had a minimum wage job with tips extra. I had picked up a. He was so gentle. He was sniffing the air.Oh. Oh. She thought. Her period. That’s what’s got himso bothered, she thought. Then without even thinkingmuch on the subject she walked over to him and nuzzledher warm body against his hairy sheathe. His headrolled back as her tiny hands worked his sheathe. Hiscock slowly emerged, the tip was nearly the size of herhead. She continued stroking him licking the head. Hiscock jutted fully now from its sheathe.It had been ages for the big. Youll look great in any of them. Thanks dad. And if you should feel like not coming home tonight for whatever reason, Ill be okay with it. And Ill make sure your mom is too. What do you mean? Oh, nothing, David said, winking as he left. ——————————- It was after 2am when David and Samantha finally collapsed in each-others arms, after fucking each-other for hours on end. They looked into each-others eyes, and kissed softly. We really need to stop doing this, Samantha said. Were gonna die of.