She will give you someone to talk to when you need to thinkabout things. Is that a good idea?" Oh yes, yes. Thank you, thank you. Mrs. Periwinkle is s...ch a goodfriend." She wriggled free from her Mom and picked up the doll. "I willtake her upstairs to see her friends." She walked over to the stairs,then turned around. "But I do not love Daddy any more," she said withfire in those beautiful blue eyes, "I hate him, and I never want to seehim again."With that she stomped up the stairs, whispering. She takes her time, fingers and palm meandering fully south to cup his balls in her palm. She pauses to squeeze and chuckle a compliment or two about his size, then moves back north and northeast toward his hip. She's clearly enjoying herself and repeats the journey taking her time. When she pauses to cup his balls his bulge looks as long as her forearm.How different life must be, I think to myself, going through life with a shlong like that. I sigh with the longing of the "have-nots" watching. As he turned his attention to the balance beam he smiled, thinking that there were upsides to having a daughter in competitive gymnastics. Initially it had only been his wife that had gone along. When Audra was younger he'd simply had no interest. After the divorce though, he'd been forced to attend. He hadn't enjoyed it.Then Audra had hit college. Suddenly he realised that there was something to this gymnastics thing after all! The long hours sitting at competitions, training, driving all over. I close my eyes. I’m there. I smell Curve men’s cologne and cigarettes. Some guy took his shirt out of the dryer too soon. Mold-scent circulates. Add bad breath and you’ve got salsero death. In the closeness of Latin dancing, everything’s gotta smell good. For that I pop Dentyne two at a time every half hour. Get close boys. I’m ready for ya. DJ Steven spins that booming base on his kick ass sound system, skipping once in a while. I hear salsa. Merengue. Bachata. Now and then he plays cha cha,.