‘Everything for me, but not everything for us.’ As you enter to automatic doors you realize how much you like doing these tasks with him. How natu...ral it feels to be with him, he turns and looks deep into your eyes. As if he could read your mind, ‘It is fun, isn’t it?’ You just smile, a very big smile. You stock up on several items that almost make you blush as he picks them up, especially the way he held the peaches as he looked at you, running his tongue across his lips, you try to playfully. ’ With that she left the room with the same blinding light that indicated her exit. Blind rage engulfed his being and he picked up a chair to shatter the mirror. Lunging towards it he was about to throw it when Psyche held him back and took the chair away from him. His shoulders drooped and he no longer seemed like a man who could take on the world – just an old man who was about to face up to a dark and buried secret from his storied life. He stumbled and then sat down on Psyche’s bed heavily.. So I took one last sniff and put them back. She got out and we went down to get dinner. After dinner we decided to check out the sky bar in the motel. We had a few drinks knockin them back and just enjoyin our selfs. She got a little lose with the tongue. After 5 or 6 hours of drinkin we were pretty drunk so I had to help carry her down to our room and as I did this I could feel her playin with bum I just went with it as I did it to her the night before. We got in to our room and I put her on. ” I grinned, “It’s in the jeans ... my jeans. That’s what I did to you.”Cara burst into laughter. When she finally calmed down, still grinning, she said, “Honest to God, Dad, I wish you’d been this funny when I was Rachael’s age.”“I was young, divorced, a single parent, and trying to provide. It wasn’t much fun.”Cara softened. “It doesn’t matter. All that matters is what we have now. I’m living a dream, Dad. You’ll never know how much I love you.”Pulling her ass and pressing her crotch against.