Nothing fried, please. Otherwise, I'm as fit as can be." Well, I've only a simple salad lunch, mostly out of the garden. I'll make a lemon dressing. A...e eggs OK? I'll hardboil some eggs."I looked at my dad. He just shrugged. "Girl stuff. Let's go outside." We did."I understand you've hired Jacky." Yes. He turned up around the end of January. I've had him riding the fence line. I was going to ask him to lunch, but I've not seen him today. I told him you were coming, though. Yesterday. He kept his beard trimmed to a stylish stubble, and I assumed he was manscaped, since his chest and legs were smooth. I’d had to fight off more than one hard-on when the two of them were laying out back, taking turns rubbing sunscreen onto each other.“Hey, Mr. J! How’s it going,” Brian called out, and I suddenly thought maybe I could get him to at least wrangle the big-ass box inside with me.“Brian! How’s the job search going?” I asked.“Two interviews next week - wish me luck,” he said.“You’ll. Still, it was something that had to be addressed sooner or later."If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad," I heard Sheryl Crowe sing out of a car as I walked past. A young woman drummed the beat on the steering wheel and returned my smile."She's wrong," I thought, walking on, "good old Sheryl's wrong. If it makes me that happy, it can't be just not that bad. If it makes me that happy, it's got to be good. Perfect, even."Ann"Mistress"Just the look in her eyes at that moment would have been. I'm sorry things aren't going well. If you'd like, I can talk to her?" and her mom nodded and said thanks.We got into the car, drove back to the house, and were talking off and on while we were driving over. Nothing obviously came up about anything from the previous days. It was like nothing had ever happened. Although I am, knowing my step-daughter, quite surprised she didn't crack some dirty joke about what she knew or thought she knew about me fucking her friend in my shower.I hung out with.