Dinner Time.

"Turn that TV to NESN please, I want to watch the highlights from yesterday." There was no Sox game today, but yesterday they had pounded the Orioles 5 to nothing.
"Ugh... fine." Jared is a Dodgers fan like his little girlfriend.{if KaylaSpitRst = 1
}
As you pull the meats and place them onto a cookie sheet to carry out, your phone buzzes. Jenna's tossing the salad on the dining room table, so you check your phone. It's a text from Kayla.
Actually...its a picture.

Kayla: I told Sam about my misbehavior. He accepted my apology.
Kayla: I'll be home all night. Please come give me more correction, daddy.

Sam Rolen is your head salesperson, and is right under Kayla in the hierarchy of FSC.
He texts you a second later.
Sam: I don't know what you did to Kayla, but kudos boss
Sam: best bj ive had in years

You shudder. Sam is about 36, and has a wife and three kids between the ages of 11 and 4. You are still thrilled at how deeply Kayla's newfound submission runs. You quickly delete the incriminating photo. But text Kayla back, quickly.

James: Good girl. Keep yourself aroused. You won't know If i'm coming to give you release or not, until I do...or until you fall asleep
James: make sure u dont come. If i do show up, and you have cum you will tell me and i will punish you
Kayla: oh god... please come over and give me release i wont cum ill be good
James: thieving little whores dont make demands
Kayla: ur right daddy im so sorry
and then, another pic

"You going to cook that meat, or stare at your phone all night?" Jenna's voice pulls you back, and you blank your screen.
"I'm going."
She eyes you sideways as you bring the tray of meats past her.{endif
}
You head down to the grill, laying out the various proteins, and start grilling. The grill is big enough to work the chickens and steaks at the same time. You drizzle barbecue sauce and seasonings, and in no time, you have a pile of delicious chicken and beef, ready to be consumed.
You return to the house to place the meats on the dining room table, and head to the cupboard to grab a stack of plastic plates. Everyone can help themselves.{if KaylaInvite = 1
}
As you grab the plates, the horn of a {if KaylaMustang = 1
} Mustang{else
} Pontiac{endif
} sounds from the driveway. {if JennaWarned = 1
} Jenna looks up from the oven, tray of potatoes in hand.
"Are you going to be nice?"
{if Jenna < 25
}Jenna says nothing, only glaring at you before continuing to move the potatoes and veg from the tray to a big serving plate.{elseif Jenna < 35
} "Yes." her tone is flat, and her eyes are tight, but she said 'yes', so that's that. She could be a little less aggressive with the potatoes though. She's gonna send them flying if she's not careful. {else
}"Yes, dear. I said so, didn't I? Bury the hatchet." she doesn't sound too sure of herself, but the look on her face is resolved.
"Thank you. I really do appreciate it." she gives you a tight smile as she moves the potatoes and veg to a big serving plate.{endif
}{else
}Jenna looks out the window, and when she sees that it's Kayla, she rounds on you.
"What the {if Jenna < 30
} fuck{else
} hell{endif
} is she doing here, James?!" She is really not pleased.
"I invited her."
"What did you do that for? And why didn't you tell me?" Ok, she's crossed into livid now.
"I invited her because we all need to act like adults now. She's an important person to this family and my company. She wanted to do something nice for you after pulling me into work, so I told her to bring something and come over. It's time to bury the hatchet, Jenna. I'm sorry that I forgot to bring it up!" You glance over to see the rapt audience of Zoe and Jared. "Can I help the two of you?!" You are trying not to shout, but failing. Both heads snap around.
"Nope."
"Not at all!"
Jenna is almost hyperventilating. "I can't believe you, right now! She's already here, so there's nothing to be done, {if Jenna < 30
} but I hope you enjoy the couch, mister, because that's where you're headed!" She goes back to the potatoes, giving you her back. {else
} but I'm not happy, James. We should talk about these things before you do them."
"I'm sorry I didn't warn you. It truly slipped my mind." She shakes her head in frustration at you, and goes back to the potatoes.{endif
}{endif
}{else
}
You head down to the hot tub to tell the girls that dinner's almost ready. {if AxRTrouble = 1
} "Girls, it's time for di....hooooly fuck..." you...forgot about the bikini tops. You pulled open the curtains to a rather... compromising scene.
The bottle of Cuervo is more than half gone. It had been full. You bear witness to Allison, tits out and perky, sucking tequila off Riley's left can. You are... mesmerized by Riley's tits. the girls are obviously drunk and have thrown propriety and taboo out the window.
"heehee, hi daddy!" Riley giggles and squeals at Allison's ministrations on her nipple. Allison is a little less blase about it, shrieking and dropping below the water level with her face beet red, either from the **** or the embarrassment, you can't tell.
You squeeze your eyes shut a second too late for decency. "Jesus Christ girls....I don't even know where to begin..."
"I.... I ... I...." Allison is frantic. Her voice is pitched high with fear. "PLEASE don't tell my mom! We...we were just having fun." You can't get the image out of your head. {if RileyDaddyFan = 1
}"Don't freak out daddy." Riley climbs from the hot tub, snagging her top and putting it on. Your eyes open. She's very close to your face. "Like she said, we were just having fun. Just girl stuff." she leans up to bite your earlobe "...our little secret, okay daddy?"
You....find yourself nodding. "Alright...but no more tequila, okay?"
"Of course daddy, right Alli?"
"Yes!" Alli is still panting with fear. "Absolutely. I'm sorry, Uncle James!" she puts her top on as well.
"Ok, girls. Get up there and get some food." As they go, you snag the bottle of tequila. Riley is quickly becoming impossible to handle. You knock back a shot of tequila yourself, making a face at the characteristic burning aftertaste.
"Blech..."{else
}"Sorry daddy. I guess we got carried away."
You hand Riley her bikini top, eyes still closed. "No more tequila, you two! I mean it! If your mother saw that, or Uncle Jack, or Aunt Karen?" Zoe probably wouldn't have cared, hell, Zoe might have joined in.
"Okaythh, daddy." she sounds chastened, a little, though her slurring words ruin it.
"Yes! Of course." Alli is still wide-eyed with fear and embarrassment. They sway past you, toweling off and heading up the steps to the food.{endif
}{else
}"Time for dinner girls!" you lean in to trail your arm in the water. The girls are totally wiped out. "Its dangerous to sit in here too long, you two. You get too relaxed, and you can fall asleep, and drown." You squeeze Riley's knee under the water, hitting that reflexive spot.
"STOP, DADDY!" She squeals and convulses, splashing you with water. Allison laughs.
"Come on, girls. Food time!"
They climb out and shake off, and you try not to enjoy watching the water cascade off their nubile young bodies.{endif
}{endif
}

(this chapter's text changes dramatically based on flags from earlier, so make sure you are playing in score mode!)