“And to you,” she said. “What’s that I smell?”I nodded toward the micro. “Muffins,” I said. It dinged just as I said what I said.“Good...” she said. I got up and got the food.“So, what’s on the agenda?” she said.“As a matter of fact, a couple of things,” I said.“Okay?” she said.“Well, I was thinking. You come over a couple of times a week. What do you think about you moving in here permanently?’ I said.“You serious?” she said.“As a blood clot,” I said using a medical simile.She took a minute to. It'll be me that deals with him I expect.''''Good job I bothered wearing clothes at all then.'' I said laughing.''Yeah I now right, there was one time when I came in wearing my onesie. I thought it'd be perfect for easy off and on. When he came to my class he asked me what the hell I was wearing, and I told him that I thought it was a charity day. I couldn't believe it but he believed me.''I laughed as we made our way down the quiet hallway and into the Teachers Lounge. The familiar smell of. I'dask what you were thinking, but it's obvious you weren't thinking atall. Okay shit-for-brains, go ahead and explain. This should beinteresting."Beckie was the quintessential church lady, her use of profanity and herbelittling language told George all he needed to know about her anger.Of all the things he envisioned his wife attacking him for, Georgewasn't expecting his intelligence to be challenged.Beckie was red in the face now, daggers shooting out of her eyes."Tell me how you could just. "I love you, Daddy," she whispered, looking up into his lust-filled eyes.Wrapping his naked daughter in a big dry towel, her father carried her into the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed. Stroking her long blonde hair, he began planting little butterfly-like kisses on her forehead, on the quivering lids of her eyes, across her sweet dimpled cheeks and finally on the tip of her cute turned-up nose."Oh, Daddy," she whispered. "You're the most wonderful father in the whole world." And.