“Can you tell Sister Dina to slow down a bit?” he asked his driver. “She’s showing up too much. Have her hang back and change her clothes befo...e the next rotation.”The driver passed along the instructions through his headset. Sister Dina didn’t react, but Cyrus suspected that next time he saw her, she would be wearing something other than a lightweight brown jacket and leggings.In fact, most of the women on his team were wearing leggings. Was this really a fad now? He had spent so much time in. ” She then stepped up to me looking up into my face as she put her hands on my hips. “Not to mention, I need to fulfill my dream of over a decade ago and I need to be fucked by you, Dad.” With her hand in my hair she pulled my face closer to hers as my mind tried to comprehend what she had just said! My Amanda had had dirty thoughts of me when she was living at home growing up? When she was swimming nearly naked in the pool with all of her friends or barging into the bath when I was. "Did you have funlast night?" I asked her. Her face was filled with mixed emotions. Itwas as though she wanted to laugh and cry at the same time."It was an interesting evening," she replied cryptically. I wasintrigued by her reply and wanted to know more, but I'd leave that up toher. If she spent the night with some guy other than my father, Idefinitely didn't want to know. In fact, I'd have cut her off if she'dtried to share such a thing. Thankfully, she didn't go there. "What do you say,. Things which before they’d have not noticed or been blasé about suddenly becoming things they notice and treasure. They enjoy every little moment and life pleasure, aware they had been a hair’s breadth away from a full stop that would have terminated even these small pleasures.That was Sue and me in 2016. Like a couple who’d shared some horrific joint car crash. Or some enormous cardiac arrest, but survived to tell the tale and to savor the things we’d so nearly lost. Sure, we most.