Rarely a week went by when I didn't have a bed partner, or sometimes two, and it was never difficult to find one to have a short long-term relationshi... with. I think the longest ran just over five months, but then she was a rare lady.My relationships had never been long for the same reason I never married - I could not stand living with anyone else. The relationship would start out great and then the personal habits and idiosyncrasies would come out, irritate the hell out of me and things would. I jumped up and ran to the kitchen. There he was. His dark shadow creeping up behind the windowpane. The doorknob rattled, but to my relief it turned out I had locked it earlier.I startled when the glass shattered, and his gloved hand reached inside. Determined to get in. But unlike miss. Pawlowski, I hadn’t left the key in the lock. For which he backed off and stepped away from the door. Disappearing back into the night.But the one thing that was scarier than seeing his shadow, was not seeing. She kissed, licked and sucked, her way around him, before regaining her feet, and went into his loving arms.'You are never going to escape me now daddy, you are mine, I own you heart and soul,' she told him.And he believed every word she said.'You know baby,' he said, 'I think you may just be right.''I am,' she said, with utter conviction.'Daddy?' she said, with a question, or statement on her mind.'Yes baby, what?' he asked.'I had a dream 5 years ago, right after mommy died, she told me in. It really turned me on thinking that he might just look at Helen, not expecting what he got, and be turned on. I often fantasise with Helen about her screwing in front of me. She loves it. If it didn’t have the desired effect on him, then no harm done. I could pretend they were just innocent fun shots that I’d forgotton to take out of the packet. My heart was beating when I handed him the photos. He glanced through them and when he reached a shot of Helen provocatively topless I held my breath..