"Thanks, I said as I entered his storefront. He shut the door behind me, and I heard his turn the lock. Slow day he said, maybe I should just close ...on up. Would you like some Irish Tea?, he asked." When he came back with the tea it was in a rather large cup, its a little hot he said, better let it cool a little. We sat in his office area and he pulled out his journals again. He must have grabbed the wrong box as I found that journal he wouldn't let me see previously. The phone rang. " "Keep moving you can't stop on thishill." "We'll hold up in Kanuti Station, someone get my daughter out ofthat truck," Old Elk yelled over the radio. It was like total chaos aseveryone started in, the military Hummers and personnel stopping to tryand find a survivor."Tim," Dad called over the radio."We heard, I'll have Nikki take a sand hopper for the bridge. Any signof survivors?" Not from the truck," Old Elk said sounding detached as if he'd actuallylost his daughter. "It took a Hummer with. She took special like this on every inch of me- from my feet and up my calves and thighs. As her hands moved up my thighs I felt the blanket slide up, knowing that my bare ass was showing and the back side of my balls and thick cockhead. She began to massage my bottom. It was all I could do to prevent humping the table as she did. As she moved her hands from my bottom I felt her gently brush my balls. I wanted her so bad even if my wife was a few feet away. She told me to turn over and. She looked around nervously as he left; wondering if Gio knew that this was more than just a father-daughter dinner, and how many others in the restaurant were thinking the same. Dave put his hand on hers. "Are you okay, honey?" Just, I don't know. It's weird." She said. "Being out with you like this, on our own." We've been to McDonalds on our own." He said."But that wasn't like..." She searched for the right words, "A date." Maybe not for you, it wasn't." He squeezed her hand. "But I had the.