Well Im horny as fuck and there are no queens in this damn town, so youll have to do sissy boy! Besides, we both know youll do whatever Daddy says, wo...t you? He asked then produced a white plastic diaper from behind his back. Fuck I moaned feeling my dick spring to attention. Brian took my hand and led me into the apartment and down the hall to my playroom. My eyes went wide as we walked into the bright-pink-painted nursery-looking room he had secretly made for me. I couldnt. Most guys, at least all the guys I knew, went on dates for one reason - to see how far they could get with a girl. If it worked out well (which does not mean they got as far as they wanted to) then they might keep going out with that girl and become a couple. If it didn't work out well (which, oddly enough might mean they got farther than they hoped) then they'd stop talking to that girl and look for another one.I wasn't interested in that kind of relationship. I wanted something that was. But then we were full. We cleared the plates and put the lunch-tomorrow leftovers in the fridge. Back on the couch, we each nursed our second glass. Everything on t.v. turned really stupid, so my daughter sat up straight and turned to me, poised with her wineglass held mid-air."So Dad, tell me about the honey in your life." Beg your pardon," I sputtered."C'mon, it's been three years. Dish me some details about how you've finally moved on. Is there anyone special? You sure keep things a. If you want to get to know each other, I would love that. But we aren’t going to start with just a fuck.”She crossed her arms over breasts and hung her head down, pouting.“It’s okay, just go. I’m not worth getting to know. I’m just a drunken, broken-down woman. I’m not even a whole woman.”I looked at her, and after a few moments she looked up at me. I saw her sorrow and pain etched on her face. Tears formed in her eyes. I remembered what my wife said to me.“James,” she said. “You’re a good man,.