The panty passed through those fair legs and finally covered up her delicate vaginal lips and tight buttocks.She placed her arms through the bra, pull...d the cups to the center, over her breasts and locked the clasps. Then she pulled her glossy white sleeveless blouse, matching petticoat and tied it over her bra and panty. She picked her white georgette transparent saree, heavy with stones at the pallu, and a golden border.She had saved this for the special day. She hovered it over the petticoat. I still needed a father.”This was normal for her-the anger, the resentment, the unrequited need for approval. She had been the one to take care of Stan, our father, that last year of his life. I was safe and detached, three thousand miles away. I only had to deal with him over the phone, secure from the daily chores and physical responsibilities she was forced to accept because of the proximity of her life to his. Listening to her accounts of his constant battles with this disease and that. My job performance reports were outstanding and my marriage was slowly dying. I vowed that once I got that promotion I would really make it up to Betty. I kept that thought in my mind as I continued to fuck up my marriage. It got so that we barely spoke to one another - it was living with a stranger, a roommate, whatever."It was about a month later. It was driving back from one of the bases. I due to return on Wednesday evening, but there was power problems and I got to leave a day early. I was. That’s not the problem,” I said.“What is?”“Desi’s birthday is next Saturday. The track team will be going to Terre Haute for the State Finals because at the very least, Livy is going to be competing. I would lay money that the girls’ team will all be running and very likely the boys’ team, too. That means we won’t be getting home until at least four in the afternoon.”“That’s plenty of time for our party,” Desi said.“We’ll have a birthday party, but...” I sighed. “Em should be home about that.