Father, Interrupted by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 2006, 2009 This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License (by-nc-sa). In jurisdictions where the Creative Commons license is not recognized, United States copyright and Berne Convention provisions apply; all rights reserved to Rajah Dodger except that electronic not-for-profit reproduction rights are explicitly granted with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note must remain attached. Abstract: Some fathers get upset when their daughters start to date "I don't like the idea of her going out at night like that." "It's inevitable, dear. Girls do grow up into young women, you know." "Yes, I know, but -- not our Sally." "There, there. Come dear, it will be all right." For a long moment there was silence, broken by the sound of heavy breathing and finally a soft fading moan. "I still think I should meet this young man," "Now we discussed that, honey. You remember what happened with Bill? And Franklin? Not to mention the restraining orders. You'll have to be satisfied with my going along to chaperone them. I won't let them do anything I wouldn't do." The doorbell rang downstairs, and Marjorie gave her husband a long lingering kiss. She stood up and smoothed her palms down the silk lines of her dress, which barely held her generous curves in check. She turned to the door and waggled her bottom at him. There were, of course, no panty lines. "I'll fill you in on all the *nasty* details when I get home," she called over her shoulder as the door closed behind her. "You be sure to stay up for me!" Phil grimaced at that last comment, his arms and legs straining against the ties that held his naked body in the wooden chair. The front door opened and closed, the muffled sound of giggling voices teasing him. The moonlight outlined his sticky erection as a car engine roared to life and faded into the distance. He squirmed on the chair, alone save for his vivid imagination. In his mind's eye he was already looking into the back seat of the car where hands and fingers would be going places they shouldn't. He hoped it wouldn't be a long date. /END/