Ten minutes later I step into one of my favorite bars, The Drunken Muse. I make my way to the bar, on a Friday night it gets so crowded it can be hard... to move, and as I walk I feel bodies colliding with mine and occasionally a drunken hand caressing my ass. I smile to myself and continue walking until I reach the bar. Finding a seat at the far end I take a breath and observe my surroundings. There is a woman completely passed out on the other side of the room being prodded at by some of her. . I need to...”A chair scraped on stone. Footsteps thudded. A lock clunked. The door creaked open. My father stood over me, color appearing in his normally bloodless face, his ivory skin usually melting into his pale-blond locks.“My sweetling,” he groaned, seizing my shoulders and pulling me in. “What is it? Is it about last night?”I nodded my head, my cheeks scarlet. I could just tell him it made me feel weird. Explain that he’s my father, that what we did was wrong. Instead, I let him lead me. " Stanley Hinch, look at me," she said. He complied. "Last night was a totally innocent drink and chat between two friends. Nothing more than that. We both needed to get out from our four walls for a bit. Now, I enjoyed it, until you clammed up on me again. So next Wednesday, I'm going to call 'round and pick you up." Stan was surprised and sat back. Denise was serious, he saw.He was quiet for a moment. Denise didn't know where he'd gone, but he sure as heck wasn't with her in the. He kicked back the covers and walked as far as the door in nothing but his boxers when he heard the sound of Liberty's voice. His cock twitched. "Lisa's geeky friend... Lisa's geeky friend" was his mantra as he grabbed his jeans, pulled them on and strode down the hall.He didn't bother knocking and both girls jumped as he opened the door. They were sat cross-legged on Lisa's bed, both wearing what he recognised as his old t-shirts. Two pairs of impossibly long, slender, lightly toned and tanned.