Mom isn’t home yet?” I asked with little surprise. I could feel the tickle of his mustache on my lip. With a gesturing jeer he says, “You might want to use that towel to cover up a little.” Using his eyes to make a statement about my nipples showing through the wet fabric. Who is the chicken shit now? I made a bowl of cereal and joined him. My heart throbbed in excitement and disbelief. He looked back at Erica with a quick glance of her entire body, as he stood behind his chair saying, “Thanks dear, you know someday you are going to make a good wife to some lucky guy. I look back at him lifting my eyes to mimic his eye head motions. Shortly after I made my way up stairs and passed quickly through the kitchen back to my room. I just really thought you might at least once look at me.”
Dad was at a loss for words.
