( Man! It was getting harder to ignore that young teen body that was under that shirt! ) We met each other at the couch, me carrying in the popcorn a...d she carrying in the soda. I said: " Well pumpkin. We haven't been able to do this in awhile. " She smiles and says: " Yeah it's kinda nice. " We snuggled on the couch, my daughter's head resting on my shoulder, and my arm around her side just above her hips. We watched the first movie and when it was over. I asked her what she wanted to. "Relax???"I am pretty certain it is scientifically impossible to get any more shocked disbelief into a single word than I just did."Remember how you saved Tiffany the last time?"Last time??? Last... "Of course... four hoverjets at full... but I need an expert catcher... Fred, I never expected to say this, but I need you. Bob, take this thing to ground level." But what will the density shell do about the road?" To hell with the road."Bob lowered the Dutchman till his screen indicated the hull. It was all white except for two thin red stripes running down the sides and down the sleeves. The red letters "SLHS", about four inches high, ran across her chest, thrust outward by her blossoming, firm breasts. The cheerleading skirt was red, with twelve inverted white pleats. It was very short, ending just below her crotch, and showing off her long, thin, tanned legs. Her white cheerleading panties were snug on her shapely teen ass, ready to be shown with her slightest wiggle. White. I couldn't read her face at all. It was hard, but very focused. Her eyes watered, but they didn't quite tear up. My best guess was that she was now extremely conflicted, and wasn't quite sure what to do about it. She didn't seem to want to kill me, immediately anyway, so I guess that was better than what I had expected but she certainly wasn't ready to welcome me into her arms and say "Well, that was most unfortunate!"I was also very tired, having been up most of the night. In fact I now felt.