"Eeeeek!" she shouted with a loud screech. "Excuse me," I stared at her from top to bottom, not trying to hide it. "I didn't mean to startle you." "Oh... it's my fault, I was day dreaming and didn't know anyone would be around this early," she smiled back. I let her pass by, as she headed towards the elevators. I got my Coke from the machine and caught up with her just before the elevator door opened. We both entered the elevator, and selected our desired floor. She seemed to be shifting her. “Terry my damned question wasn’t rhetorical, I expect an answer. Did you like watching me?” She railed.I nodded my head saying, “Yes Miss Lawrence, I liked what I saw.”“What did you see Terry, what did you like?”I sighed, “I saw you sitting on the toilet Miss Lawrence, I saw you clean yourself and then you stood up and pulled up your panties and pantyhose.”She had a malevolent look in those black eyes, “What did you like best Terry?”I was embarrassed but she was going to force me to answer,. "He started to laugh again."I didn't see that coming. I'm not sure it's possible to be too beautiful. But assuming it is, what problems does being too beautiful cause? What are the consequences when you step over the line from being breathtakingly beautiful to destructively beautiful?" Mock me if you will. Let me give you just the short list because there are so many ways extreme beauty can be insidious."It made me complacent. Raw beauty allowed me to achieve so much I began to feel I didn't. After a while of rubbing her, listening to her coo and moan with the brush of a finger tip on her most sensitive, and private area, I felt like my head was going to explode. My train of thought was interrupted - "Daddy, stand up." Chloe said to me firmly. I froze, had I gone too far? Done something wrong? My heart jumped from nervousness, and I complied, climbing over her to stand up in front of the couch. She sat up, then stood, wrapping her arms around my neck. She looked into my eyes, not.