He let her at the long task as he slipped from the bed and poured himself a drink from a pitcher next to the bed. Arya watched his slim but well-fit b...dy walk naked across the floor and turn to the pitcher to get his drink. Finally her husband turned back to him to look at her, and he was smiling at her - both affectionately and possessively - as he walked back to the bed. Suddenly the feelings in Arya spun. She felt loved like she never had, wanted like she never was, and protected by someone. " She thought this over for a while and then said "Ok dad I'll give it a try. There are a few guys who have asked me out so I'll give some of them a chance to see if I can have a good time with them. No promises but I'll try." I answered "That's all I can ask."Well her virtual dance card started to fill up and she was dating almost every Saturday night. Most of the guys she dated seemed to be ok nice guys. They even came close to almost being good enough for my little angel. This went along. He felt for her a hostile weariness; she was not the first nor the second and there was no thrill in the sport any more. He did this merely out of boredom and a need for corruptible fresh meat. He enjoyed how he poisoned their intuition, gloried in how they flailed in turmoil, and then revelled in their tailspin towards self-destruction. At that moment, he would take their souls as ammunition to exact his revenge. His hackles rose so powerfully that he made a fist with both hands, those. “Patience, Father. Just let me get you a cold drink first while I pour one for myself.” Her cold drink was a glass of wine perhaps to bolster her confidence as once she,d taken a healthy slip she opened the gown and laid it across an arm chair to reveal she wore a very brief “Micro Bikini” of a red shiny material, the bits over her nipples ringed by pearly rhinestones and the crotch completely open, the costume held together by a strong band of material. Chris, tits are even bigger than her.