A daughter who will grow up to be as loved by her man as I am by mine. I would wish for her the extreme joy of receiving daily injections of sweet lov...e, from as big and as beautiful of a love syringe as my man has. Because any daughter of mine would deserve nothing less than that. And she should never have to settle for less than what my man and I have now. We have it all now, love-wise. And so should she.Anyway, I think that answer beats the hell out of telling her silly stories about storks. Not fat but naturally chubby with tits too big for her 14 year old frame. She had long straight brown hair and these huge innocent blue eyes. She didn’t have the skill with makeup and clothes Maggie had and was sort of a wallflower at parties. I watched as she nervously guzzled down another cup of punch. I wondered if she knew it was spiked. I should’ve made her go home. She had no place at this party. I was already taking a risk allowing anyone under 21, but I admit it. Drunk high school girls. Tara’s amazement turned to amusement. She held a wet hand in front of her mouth and giggled and giggled and giggled.When he finally stopped peeing and flushed the toilet, Tara stopped giggling long enough to call out to Dan.“Sheesh! You must have a bladder the size of a football.”I heard Dan chuckle. The sound of splashing water told me he was washing his hands.“It sure felt like that. Sorry to interrupt you. I didn’t realize the two of you were having a bath.”Tara shrugged. Then she looked. After the conference, I was grilled over lunch as to why I had changed their number stating they already had their equipment list. I gave them my reasons along with the experts I brought in said about their gear, versus what they would recommend for an expedition such as theirs. Asking why I would give them more than they requested, I gave them my reason saying with the money I had I would feel worse if someone got hurt or died when I recognized a problem that could be avoided in the first.