After dinner, the conversation was awkward. Samuel talked about finding a good, hardworking man for Esther. Daniel stayed quiet and pretended to be in...terested in the topic. Samuel liked to talk.Daniel's interest in the conversation perked up when Samuel said, "If sometime you are interested in courting Esther, I approve. You seem to be an honest and responsible man. Most importantly, you are a God-fearing man. I know you are a man who would take good care of her and treat her properly."Thank. Boys do gym as well, they wear bike shorts and tight-fitting shirts. I’m not clear if those two think I’m a danger to the boys as well – they probably do. I reckon we men are all predators in their eyes. Either that or they’re operating half a century behind the times. I entertain myself by wondering how they’ll react when they find out about feminism and the sexual revolution. They glare at me and the other fathers every Saturday morning and watch us like hawks to make sure we don’t molest. I went up to the door, but it was locked. So I listened at the door as best I could. All I could make out was when they were near the door and I heard mom say, "Oh David, I've missed you so much. My pussy's been acing since you've been in London." I got the picture; apparently mom's new boyfriend had been out of town on a business trip and was in need of a good fucking. That's when she decided to fuck me again. But now that he was back...well I guess I wasn't needed anymore. I was really hurt.. “Can we have a sip, Daddy?” she asked, making doe eyes.“Just a sip,” he cautioned. He took a sip of scotch as he said it.The pop of the cork got a vocal response from Suki and Tim, both of whom wanted to try the drink. It was somewhat anticlimactic when all three teens made faces, not expecting there to be a sour component to something so sought-after.Then Emma put a CD in the stereo that she’d made up especially for such an occasion. She turned the dimmer switch to make the lights no brighter.