I hear the door slide open. Zoe, near-naked in the suit, two tall frosty glasses.
"Made em strong, hope you don't mind."
"You're the lightweight."
She stops, poses, "Not too light, I hope."
I smile, "No, just perfect."
She sits, crosses her legs. Fabric tight against her s*x. We drink.
"I need to finish my story, my life."
"Pretty routine so far, not as advertised."
She puts the drink down.
"Well, that brought you up to my senior year in High School. That's where things change."
I lean back, take a drink, "I'm ready. I told you, you're in my life again, I'm not letting you go."
She reaches out, takes my hand, "I love you, dad."
Leans back, unfolds her leg, the triangle moves, showing her. She adjusts, slowly, letting her finger run under the fabric, I don't miss a thing. No wor
