When I got home I poured myself a stiff one and nursed it and my feelings in my chair. I shook my head, realizing that at no time had she seemed in an...y way familiar, but then I hadn’t even recognized the school building when I chanced across it on business the year before despite spending two years there. I sat there trying to remember anything about that time as I proceeded to get quite drunk, but largely failed; after an hour my exhaustion won out.In my dream it was a bright day in early. Jack became aware that they had an audience, a naked audience -- how had the women removed their clothes so quickly? a tiny little corner of his mind wondered, not that he really cared. It was exciting that they were watching. And playing with each other as they did.The need was growing to amazing levels -- he’d only gotten one sock off before Harriet mounted him in the chair, sinking herself down on his incredibly hard shaft and taking him all the way down, or up, rather, inside her. She began. I showed her through all the stores, and we had a pretty good time. We spent the rest of the weekend doing alot together. We went to a local fair, bowling, movies, and even hung out together while we were home. This became the routine for about four and a half years. Vicki came up every weekend, and during school breaks (like summer and holiday season). Not much changed (she still used my room at night), except that Vicki grew even more into a woman. She was taller than me(not by. I’m afraid that I failed to read any significance into Tara’s comment, and let it slip right past me. Bill Morris was no concern of mine and I was more curious as to what reason the child could have to think that I might be her father in the first place. ‘Tell me Tara what in heavens name, gave you the idea that I could possibly be your father? And why did you bother coming all this way down here to confront me about the ludicrous notion… you know nothing about me after all. Come to that, how.