They've just got a bee in their bonnet about it and I got stung." Well, all I can say is, that as far as I was concerned, you were a good boss. I lear...t a lot from you. Thank you." I smiled, hoping to cheer him up a bit."It's ironic, Tim. I know I was a good departmental manager. And how did I get to be a manager, because I was a good project manager. And what's let me down this time - project management." They're wondering whether they should give me the job." Do you want it?" Yes."He stopped. It was a wild, almost masochistic sensation that raced electrically through her sensually exposed curves as she saw him standing there! His powerful, aging body, though she had seen it naked before on the night he'd fucked Jean Blakely, didn't seem to belong to the vigorous, long thick cock poling out from his greyish, hair-covered loins, nor the massive sperm-bloated balls that hung heavily down between his legs. There was a sagging paunch that bulged around his middle, and the once mighty. The last entry in the fourth diary was on the last day of December and she had turned eighteen in September. Since we met in March, there was still no mention of me in her diary and until the very last entry she kept on writing about Sam only.Had she stopped seeing Sam once we began to go steady? I had to know somehow and the only way for me to learn more was to try to find the next set of her diaries. The ones that she kept locked in the drawer of her make-up table in our room.For the next ten. “This ain’t your business.”“It is now,” I snarled at him as every hair on my body bristled, every muscle tensed.“She’s my daughter and I’ll do whatever I want with her,” he barked back.“Let her go,” I demanded and took one step forward brandishing my fists.He flung her on the bed like he was discarding a bundle of clothes, turned and lunged at me with rage in his eyes like an animal ready to tear me apart. I was quick and pivoted to the side like a quarterback. He brushed past me, lost his.