So we head to the bathroom, which unlocks, and my daughter steps out. She looks at me and then at the hand on my ass and then up at Mr Aisle, and she ...smiles; my heart stops. Never breaking eye contact with Mr Aisle, she tells me to have fun and that she’ll want details later if she’s to not tell dad, making me wonder about all those after school “tutoring sessions” with her history teacher who has a similar build to Mr Aisle. Like mother like daughter I guess?As soon as both of us are inside. When he sends her and instant message, she just types in ‘nice.’ He types, ‘Do you have a pic?’ She answers back ‘I am new to this. This is my first time in a chat room and you are the first person I have talked to online. I am sorry I don’t have a picture.’ He is very sweet and she doesn’t have the heart to tell him that she really isn’t attracted to him, so she keeps typing in the little box. It is just everyday chitchat really ‘how are you?,’ ‘are you married?,’ ‘do you have kids?,’ and. He gave her another quick series of kisses on her tit and on her mouth, but then he finally departed. It was time for me, too, to depart, but I was frozen in my spot at the window. I was still standing there when my daughter came inside.She was just buttoning her blouse back into place when she saw me."Daddy?" she whispered. "Were you watching me?" Yes", I confessed."You should be ashamed of yourself."I felt the heat rise in my face, and yet I couldn't accept her rebuke without protesting."At. As they headed towards the park ranger the tactical team unloaded behind them and began whatever preparations they were going to do while they waited to see if they were needed.Taylor and Whitaker both had military-grade handheld field radios with which he was very familiar. He was pretty sure he’d even carried this exact model, at some point in his career. They didn’t have as much range as an actual backpack mounted field unit but they’d cover about six miles, which was enough for the area.