After everything was done and the office and warehouse was locked up I decided to stop and get a bite to eat. Luckily there is a fantastic 24 hour din...er near my house which serves the best food.Walking in the front door, I saw that at 3 in the morning the usually hopping place was dead. Not a soul in the place. As the door swung shut the jiggle of bells brought Doug from the kitchen. Sigh. Doug was working. My wife called him my not so secret lust object. Over the years he had gone from skinny. " We get her to fall in love - and before you object, let me name him. Don't worry, it's someone who ought to meet your standards in everything. Then again, I guess he should. You see, the guy I have in mind for our daughter is YOU!"The last sentence hung in the air, until John found his voice and cut throught it."Martha, honey, did you have too much wine?"She laughed. "That was expected. But look at it this way - we can't make her give up a way of living she so obviously loves - therefore, we. ’ ‘Go ahead, Jennifer.’ ‘Well, I kind of heard dad and you last Friday evening, after you had met Mark, and it just made my heart fly. I mean, to me that meant that you both liked Mark and it was telling me how much you still love each other.’ ‘Fred had said that he thought you heard us, and that was kind of embarrassing, but it’s OK. If hearing us helped you, then I’m glad you did. But I still can’t believe that we’re talking about this. Oh, your dad is coming in the house. Would you like to. "Are you hard for me Bob? Is it all long and hard like it was yesterday? I want it in me again. Don't you want to put it in me again?" Yeeeesssss," I groaned.It occurred to me, about the time I was taking my socks off, that I was being had again. If I wasn't a dumb prick waiting to be used, and if she wasn't playing me like a fiddle again, then my name wasn't Bob MacAllister. My bobbing prick didn't care, of course. It was just humming. If it could have talked it would have been panting "Let me.