This left them in need of astrong role model. Henry provided that - and eventually, so did Irenewho just helped the girls relate to Henry even better...even though it wasLeslie who found out and entirely by accident. Once they understood, thegirls took it in stride and related to Henry/Irene without the normalsexual tension between stepdaughter and stepfather. They were all greattogether. I admit that it was my needs that changed after the girlswere both at college. That's when I got lucky. She said it’s the very reason why she likes me and knows that I can handle myself, and be a good friend. She sent me another picture….now in this she was in her swim suit…..complete with head gear….I said to her…..wow are you good at swimming.?She replied yes…she had a good female trainer and learnt well.Is that all uncle you can ask….?? I said what more….she said about my body….tell me about it…I said well…if you want ….she said yes she wants to hear from me. I told her she had a full mature. I was walking towards him. Dressed and on my way down to the kitchen to make breakfast. I stopped. Looked. Gasped. Looked again. Oh my gawd!For ten seconds neither of us moved. Mike's mouth had popped open. My eyes had! For second after second neither of us said anything. I should have turned away. Or said something. I didn't. Instead my eyes locked onto the thing hanging between his legs. And stayed locked on it.Mike should have said something. And he definitely should have quickly covered. I stopped several times to hyperventilate and drop my heart-rate. As I approached the kitchen, my hands were trembling and my body shivering in fear and anticipation. The sound of the door never ceased as I crossed the long room, avoiding all the squeaky parts of the floor. I arrived at the door, grasped the handle and turned it, yanking the door open!It opened freely ? not locked. The fact didn't register immediately, but the horrified and startled beagle in front of me did. The poor.