The rest of the way home I thought about the trip, my meetings and all of the work it generated for me. I think I knew in my mind that she was sexually active and just for a moment I was jealous of any guy who had been to bed with her. I wonder why I had gotten her such a sexy dress and then thought about her a different way, a way that I had been doing for some time but which was not very fatherly, quickly I started thinking about work in order to get my thoughts off of my daughters sexuality. When she walked out of her room wearing that dress it took my breath away, depending on how she moved you could almost see her perky breasts, but not quite. I started thinking about how beautiful a woman she had become at 18, even 17, my mind went back in time to when I had bought her a black dress for her 17 th birthday, a dress with a really low scoop neck and no back. On the way home I wondered if my daughter JAMIE would be home or out and about. I could not wait until I got home to pour myself a drink, rip off my clothes and get into the shower-a long, hot shower is what I really wanted. I was beat, it had been long trip and I was sweaty because the airplane had been hot. I had just gotten back to the airport and was driving my car home.
