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He heard Robert Palmer, but, in his mind's eye, he saw the dead pan faces of the women on the video, as they held guitars and swayed enticingly. "I'm hungry." =============================== Dave finished unloading the trunk. Dick looked at Jimmy Joe, and then said "Why don't you call Lester, while we talk." ======================================= There wasn't much to talk about. "If you're only staying tonight, it ain’t' really worth all that work." "NO, NO," said Dave, shouting. "Damn batteries don't last for shit." He looked up. They all turned to the old man, who seemed not to have heard her question. It's nice and quiet." "NO," said Denise impatiently. " She pointed at the TV and pantomimed pushing buttons on her palm. You have to watch whatever he's watching, but you all look tired anyway. He'd always thought she was going to be a babe, and a heart breaker, as she'd grown up over the years. "Well then, trap a rabbit or whatever, but your darling daughters are starving, and you're the men of the family, so it's your job to feed us. "There was plenty of oil in the motor before I ran over a tire bumper! Denise went back down on her heels, finally, probably because her calves were giving out from standing on tiptoes for as long as she could. I know you didn't do anything on purpose." She sighed. That one lasted a long time, until Denise asked if this mammal had live birth. It doesn't really work even if all the participants take that approach - not in the long run. He was getting so worked up that the impulse to ignore things crept into his thoughts again. They're just kids, and they don't know what they're doing.
Dick Williams, his next door neighbor, and best friend, started rocking in the seat next to him as he got into the beat too. Both men looked to see Denise Williams, Dick's daughter, come from where the open hood had blocked their view of her getting out of the back seat. He'd found two quarts of oil, amid all the sports gear, old newspapers he'd forgotten to take to the recycling point, the picnic blanket they hadn't used in years, and one very flat spare tire. He poured the oil in and felt arms go around his waist. "Well," said Jimmy Joe, looking up into the sky, for some reason, "If Lester's got something, maybe a couple of days." Dave blinked. It was obvious they weren't going anywhere real soon, unless they could rent a car. You prolly just want to get to bed anyway." He leered at the girls and cackled, as if he'd made a joke. He felt an uncomfortable sensation in his groin, and looked away as Denise pushed a button on the control panel. " Cindy went to bend over beside her, and Dave was now faced with two sets of female buns. Go on now," she said, shooing them out of the door. " He looked confused for a minute, as he realized that hadn't gotten him off the hook. She had a little streak of exhibitionist in her that she hadn't known about, until she realized she got tingles from Dave and her father staring at her bare butt. Dave tried an elephant, which was pathetically simple after Denise asked if it was larger than a horse. You can't forget that something like that happened. "Look, all girls get a crush on their fathers, at one time or another, right? A crush wasn't so threatening, at least not in real life. They're full of hormones and do crazy things ...
up and back for a simple soccer game, but when Dave's car broke down, he and Dick were stranded with only their darling virgin daughters for company. Dick Williams, his next door neighbor, and best friend, started rocking in the seat next to him as he got into the beat too. But there were no cobwebs, or mouse droppings, or any other signs that the room hadn't been entered in a decade. It's a rule." He tried to make it into a joke, but the fact that Denise was STILL standing on her tiptoes, and that her buttocks were STILL displayed, made it fall flat. Or, she was still feeling horny from thinking about possibly sleeping with one or the other of the men. In any case, she didn't like it when her friend and the two men lined up against her. "I don't know," said Cindy, waving the jersey around in her hand. He lay sideways, with is hand covering the lump, instead. The number of questions was unlimited, but had to be answerable with only a yes or no. Her dad, who had played this game a lot, got it narrowed down quickly by asking if it was a bird, and if it flew. ======================================= When people are in a situation where they have no idea how to proceed, with all the mixed up emotions that this situation had created, they often do something that is completely illogical, and irrational. Anyone who thought about that kind of response would sneer and say it was idiotic, but there is a breaking point that people sometimes sense in themselves that, if the situation is allowed to continue, will be met.
He heard Robert Palmer, but, in his mind's eye, he saw the dead pan faces of the women on the video, as they held guitars and swayed enticingly. Cindy draped herself over her father's right side, hugging him. The mirror was the front of a white-painted metal box on the wall, that swung open to reveal thin metal shelves inside, upon which someone, at some date, far in the past, had left a toothbrush that didn't bend, flex, wiggle, or do anything else that a toothbrush made in the last ten years claimed to do besides simply brush teeth. Denise was apparently still sulking from the argument her father didn't know he'd had with her on the walk. They sat with their knees together, and their legs out to one side, leaning on an arm. Dick sank gratefully into the chair, and Dave started to lie down on the other bed, until he realized that he was stiff as a board from looking at Denise's ass, and that, if he lay on his back, it would look like a ferret had crawled up his pants leg, and curled up in his lap.
The girls were in the back seat, dead to the world, after a soccer game that had been a real thriller. Even inside the cab they could both hear the crackle and pop of overheated metal, flexing in the motor compartment. Both men noted her short, lush body, still in her soccer uniform. Her dark brown hair had been let out of it's pony tail, and fell to her shoulders in long gentle waves. Dave stared at her every time she came over to the house, to see his daughter, Cindy, who was apparently still asleep in the car. His daughter had woken up as they tore the trunk apart, and had been brought up to date by her best friend. A quick question to Jimmy Joe, while he was on the phone with Lester, determined that wasn't going to happen. The room was suddenly filled with a hissing static sound, and the screen of the TV resolved into snow, on a black background. The uncomfortable feeling in his groin intensified. "Go hunt, or gather, or whatever it is you big strong men do." ==================================== Cindy stood by the curtain, peeking through it, watching as her father and her "uncle" walked out to the road. She turned to find Denise already turning the TV back on. The idea of some woman trying to put the make on her father suddenly made her feel unhappy. " asked Cindy, holding up the can of Spam in one hand, and the bag of chips in the other. Then Dick, who had played the game a lot, years ago, kept them all going for almost five minutes by thinking of a yak. But, if everybody will play the game of pretending, for a while, it gives people time to adjust slowly, and for their thoughts to evolve. It was fine for a fantasy, but made it easier to resist impulses in real life.
Dave looked into the rear view mirror to make sure he hadn't made the music too loud, and wakened them. "Man, the memories this song brings back," said Dick, his face twisting as he mouthed the words "addicted to love", hamming it up. He looked in the rearview mirror, to see if there was any traffic behind him, and when he didn't see anything, he opened his door. She looked at the two men with startling hazel eyes, that seemed to flicker from green to blue, depending on the light. Dick, her father, had stared at her for years, unbelieving, as she turned from a little girl into a young woman any man would gawk at. She didn't say anything, and he knew she was just trying to make him feel better. The knocking was there immediately, but he put it in gear and started forward. "Help me push her over there and I'll do some checking to see how bad it is." The three men pushed, while Cindy steered, and they ended up in front of the open garage door that was part of the station. The girls had had a little sleep in the car, but were still tired from the rigors of the game, and home was still three hours away. Cindy, who had been listening quietly, tugged at her father's shirt sleeve. He wondered how he could stare at his own daughter's buttocks and get excited. Denise and I already know about the facts of life." Then, like a woman does, she changed the subject. I'm starving." Dick stood up, trying to ignore the TV. She found the volume button and pushed it until the noise level went down considerably. ================================= Neither girl, of course, had any idea that their conversation had been overheard. The men fumbled around, inordinately proud of the skimpy provisions they had obtained. "We're growing girls, not cattle, to be fattened up! You should be glad there's anything at all, in this dump! The game went on, eating up minutes, and the mood lightened as they tried to come up with rarer and harder animals. In this case, the girls decided that they couldn't stay in the bathroom forever, and just decided to go back out and go to bed, as if nothing had happened. "And it isn't so strange that they'd develop a little crush on their father's best friend either, right?
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