It wasn’t sexual, but it was sensual, sending ripples of happiness from every part he touched. It made me feel loved. I felt like a waffle with syru...p oozing over me.Daddy’s fingers slipped under my pajama top and stroked my skin and my shoulders slumped a little further. His fingertips slid smoothly over bare skin, up and down the middle of my back, up and down my sides…“Hey, that tickles,” I said loudly.I immediately flipped to my back and daddy’s hands fell instantly on my breasts. In a split. I may not be the best but I'm sure we'll both get a lot out of it.She bought me a manual on massaging the body and told me to read it in my spare time. I did read it and began using what I learned as soon as we got home from our cruise.Even though we had some major life changes, our lives were still somewhat the same. I got up in the mornings and went and sold ice cream all day. Jen went to work everyday and to exercise class three nights a week. Other days she would stop by to see her. Nowadays the best way to call people on the phone was to have a cell phone or a "mobile" as young people were fond of saying.Now that he was declared redundant and unemployed, he liked to classify himself as "retired" to avoid the onus of being without verifiable employment. It was quite embarrassing for him but he did his best to muddle through and find something to occupy his mind and his hands. The self-help scheme at the council office had issued him a cell phone to assist him in locating. "Another step forward brought him into her personal space and she could smell the gun oil on him. See the dust and grime on his face and the salt grit clinging to his jacket. White flecks of it clung to him everywhere. She was suddenly conscious of her own sweat, the dirt on her hands, the lank hair that hung in her eyes."Do you want me to hightail it out of here?" His voice grew lower, huskier. His perpetual scowl softening, he searched her face, trying to get a read on her. He looked oddly.