As I got home I didnt think anyone was home because the house was dark. I knew my wife was still out and I didnt see any light coming from my daughter... room. Having a bit of a buzz and not really wanting to stop right then to shower I decided to grab another beer and head to the office and kill a little time on the computer. I got to the office and noticed a small reading lamp was on, but that still seemed to be the only light on in the house and I concluded that I probably left that on the. “Carl. Nice to see you. Come on in. Danny and I were just heading out so it’ll just be you and the girls.” I called out to Stacey that her dads here and Danny and I left. “Hi daddy!” Stacey said excitedly. She was wearing a skimpy thong bikini with her see through wrap. She gave Carl a big hug and kiss on the cheek. “We’re all outside at the pool, did you bring your trunks?” Stacey asked as she led her dad out back. Carl’s eyes were glued to his daughters ass as she walked in front of him. “No. Needless-to-say, I hopped into my jaguar convertible (in my dreams) and sped home, rewound the video and played it.It was just basically another story about Jessica kicking the shit out of those Project Manticore assholes. Then, the end of the show came, and they were announcing the winner of the contest, and who the hell would've known. It was Brian Hardy of Bridgewater, NJ (me). Of course, I just start screaming at the top of my lungs. I was making no sense, I was like hysterical. I was. He stood perfectly still as the image flashed through his mind of grabbing her by both ankles and yanking her legs in the air to smack her wet ass with an open hand.He could hear the way his flat palm against her wet cheeks would echo off the mosaic tiles, her piercing yelps of protest and surprise. Maybe that day would come, but probably not today.The glassy sound of the spray running from the nozzle felt like the only thing left hanging between them. Translucent. Something perfectly.