I've always noticed that my relationship with him is a lot different than the relationships my friends have with their own fathers. Maybe it's because... all we've had is each other for so many years. I don't know. I just know that I love my Daddy with everything I am and Pete Abrams can go fuck himself because the truth is the only guy I want to fuck me is David Cohen, my Daddy. In my eyes, he's the only guy good enough! I think about it constantly and wish for it. I've seen him totally naked. That thought floated around his mind for a minute as he began to contemplate charging the parents who just abandoned their kids there for the day. Then he recalled the fact that those same kids had a tendency to persuade their parents to get their credit cards out at the end of the day, so Tim felt that it would be awhile before there would be a membership fee attached to the store. The door opened and a now-familiar figure entered. She had wavy brown hair and was bundled up in a woolly bobble. My eyes made a mad dash for the return address, and much to my happiness, the name was Jenola Sue Brown. I rushed into my apartment, sat down on the couch, and ripped open the envelope. Her letter read: Steven, wow to you, too! Thank you so much for your awesome letter, it really brightened up my whole week! You seem like such an amazing person, and you’re very handsome, too! I’ve had that ad up for three months and was starting to think I’d never get a response! I’m so happy I was wrong! First. But it was the eyes. Every time my eyes met hers, I lost my train of thought. I lost track of who I was, and where I was, and what I was doing. Nothing mattered except the fact that my eyes met hers.The meeting dragged on; past dinner, and into the evening. Eventually, it became evident that we weren't going to make it home, and the team leader declared it time for a couple of beers and available lounges at his place. After a fabulous day's work, the beers went down easy.The lounges were a.