He looked at her while discussing their plans, then smiled. She blushed and smiled back, her heart fluttering. Their exchange lasted a few seconds.He ...scooted next to her to reach the other side of the table, but his leg brushed against hers.She felt overcome by his presence. He was hot. His voice was sexy. The way he looked at her made her melt.She looked down for a second and noticed something bulging between his legs.She thought, Oh fuck, I want him. Does he want me?He caught her staring at. He started out like all dads, playing the good guy, hugs and kisses and what not. She really doesn't remember how or when it started, it was just something he always did when he tucked her in. She sorta knew he wasn't suppose to touch her in certain areas but it was her "daddy", and plus they were quick little accidents that could easly dissmissed (at first). She was quickly reminded that "good girls" don't make their mother's upset with little nonsense. As the years went by, those little. " She was silent for a moment before she continued. "The only reason I'm still friends with Dayna is that I finally came to realize that it just didn't matter to her, she was marching to her own drummer and really trying to help, but that didn't come to me right away." You look at things differently after a while," Jason said, more to try and fill a blank space in the conversation than anything else."Yeah," she sighed. "So, I got home after my freshman year, back to good old Bradford, and I was. It consisted of grilled chicken with a garden salad. I had bottle of Pinot Grigio in the fridge to go with the meal. Dinner was great, the evening was pleasant and we decided to do a little yard work. In our walled back yard, we pulled weeds, trimmed trees, raked the rocks and cleaned the pool. After about an hour of manual labor, Dana appointed herself "foreman" and decide that she would tell me how to clean the pool. I don't know if it was my temper, mischievous state of mind, or I snapped,.