I nodded to my son and we placed our hands high up on our slut’s thighs and even pushed their dresses a little higher.I thought the Father of the fa...mily was going to choke to death on his food. His wife even stood up and hit him sharply on the back. That worked and he quit coughing, but the entire time that was going on his eyes never left the spot under our table where the action was. I almost believe if he had died, he would have drawn his last breath, staring at my wife and daughter’s. All she did was turn bright pink and sit looking out the window all the way to town, quiet. We didn’t wrestle anymore, either, there was no point. By now I was a good 3′ taller and much heavier, it was like she stopped growing and I just kept on. The best description of our high school years was study, then go home and work. That never changed, there was always work, something to fix. I was doing more of the hauling hay and repairing the machines, Sarah now brought water and food to us out in. Intellectually I didn't know what washappening. I had no idea how this weird contest was going to play out.I ought to have felt concerned, but emotionally I was still high on thejoy of the previous night. Shortly after he left the doorbell went againand I threw on my dressing gown and rushed to the door, convinced Sam wasback to tell me to forget all the nonsense and just come away with him.But it was Christine. She bustled in, gave me a hug and said, "Hi Lisa. You must have had a wonderful. . it was a real tie, not a clipon that Ithought I ordered.A text message later, and my father was knocking on the door. He wassurprised to see me... in a tux. Mom gave him a friendly handshake andsilently lipped 'He's wearing the dress,' and my father simply shook hishead in amusement as if to say, 'That's my daughter.'I held up the tie, and he looked at it. "it's been a while." And lookedat his phone for a minute looking for a tutorial. "Right, right." Andthen he took it from my hand.