They probably havesomething up their sleeves, but you know? I love my cigars and I love myscotch.So forgive us if we spend more time talking about our... clothes and properskin care than keeping the reins of the society in our hands. Times havechanged and I guess nowadays, a man has to take more care of hisappearance, lest he should get in trouble with the womenfolk. We've got tokeep the broads of our backs, you know, before we get around to taking thereins back in our hands.We really should do. He was in the room and the glass was on the nightstand. He gazed at me and the bed.In the center of the bed lay the props I arranged, a rainbow of silk scarves.“Is that what you want,” he asked.“It’s my favorite,” I said quietly. “I love everything we do together, but I have to admit it’s my favorite.” It was very rare that we indulged in this sort of play. I probably was a bit reserved about asking.I could see him stir, his boxers ever so slightly bulging.“I guess I didn’t know,” he. You can't be alone forever. Mom is dead. Forgive me if I embarrass you but I know a man has needs" I'm not alone baby girl, I have you, and as for needs don't you worry, that's my business." he paused in grieving silence and then looked deep into my eyes, a sad look, and said " You are truly an angel to care sweetheart."Something changed in me that moment on that day - I fell in love with daddy but in a whole new way. I saw my daddy as a strong sensitive man, a good man, a man with needs and a. Cindy was still looking for her shoes when she heard the front office door opening. She dove behind her father's desk and crawled underneath it.Cindy could hear the men enter the room and exchange greetings. She thought she heard four different men but couldn't be sure. Cindy's father had a massive, dark, oak desk in his office. The front of the desk came down all the way to the plush carpeted floor. Cindy didn't want to get her father in trouble and was starting to think that she would be safe.