Like a duchess, Sheila thought. If she could look like that in twenty years, she'd be happy."Call me Stewart," Mr. Caldwell said to Sheila with a frie...dly smile. "We don't want to be formal, do we?"No we don't, Sheila thought. We certainly don't want to be formal.Stewart poured some champagne from an open bottle and he handed the glass to Sheila. Diana already had a glass, and after Stewart retrieved his glass, he lifted it and offered a toast: "To an enjoyable evening."Sheila wondered if he'd. This was really happening. Daddy really loved me. I hadn’t made a fool of myself Friday night at the dinner. I hadn’t misread my daddy.This week was magical. I had awakened to these feelings for Daddy. The way he’d acted had opened my eyes to how handsome he was. That he was a man as well as my father. At fourteen, I was becoming a woman as well as his daughter. A woman that had needs, too. A desire for passion. He held the promise ring before him, a band of simple gold with a small, pink. Of the eight remaining, it seemed odd that there was an even gender split. Robert asked the first four to join him and face the second four. Robert then told the eight of them that they should each choose a partner from the other group and the two would become a design team. Finally he put a list of subroutines on the screen and had each team write on a pad of paper with their team number at the top. Also indicate why they chose each subroutine. They were not to interact with the other teams,. So around three weeks after I first met her on chat, I took a day off and booked a room in her city. I reached her city the night before. The next morning, I got ready and waited eagerly for her arrival. She came to my hotel around 10 AM and I was downstairs to receive her.The first time I saw her, I was struck by how much in shape she was. She wasn’t particularly very beautiful, but she was petite. Around 5’4” and fair. She was wearing a black Lycra pant which showed the lining of her panties.