Her hand stopped midway to her mouth with that bite of food stuck between her fingers. She coughed a bit due to sheer embarrassment of the situation. ...er face got red, a little close to a tomato. I am ashamed to say it but I was kinda proud that I was able to leave her speechless like this for a change. Doing no more wondering on my thoughts I decided to save her. “Sorry. I’m just nervous.This is my first time like this soooooo.” I don’t know if it was at my clumsiness or my nervousness but. Although she made sure a meal was ready each night when I got home, they definitely lacked their normal flair. Lots of mac and cheese from a box, frozen pizza, or anything else made quick and easy. Towards the end of the second week, we each had simply a peanut butter sandwich with a glass of milk – not even jelly.The boys knew to back off once I got home at night or maybe they were just all fucked out to care. Lisa for her part could barely speak in whole sentences most nights. After going. My mind conjured images of cattle being forced into the room with the girl, one at a time night after night, alive. I midwifed Death incarnate into the world through my hubris. I knew it then just as powerfully as I know it now, though I have proof now. Proof in the form of the masses which gather beyond these walls night and night again. Ha! My last boastful claim is that I am responsible for the end of days! Last night I dreamed that I opened the doors and walked out among them. They spread. I marvelled at her long, athletic legs, her trim figure, and ample bosom. What secrets lay within the folds of her official white coat? I smiled at my own male hormonal responses; Sarah was my baby girl.When the conversation went beyond ten minutes, I once again offered to leave, saying that I needed to see Dr. Kildare anyway. She frowned and quickly ended the call."What is it, Dad?" she asked."It's nothing, honey. I just wanted him to look at something for me."She sighed once, put on her.