Everything seems alright.

Dad came into the den only a few minutes later but it felt like forever. I was so nervous I thought I had ruined my chances and at the same time was quite hot over seeing him naked and dripping.

When he did eventually come in he was wearing his red satin robe and carrying his wine glass, it was mostly empty. “Thirsty, were you?” I asked him smiling.

He took his regular seat, “I had a little shock and needed some support.” He replied.

I gave a sheepish laugh, “I’m sorry I made you feel so uncomfortable Daddy.”

He laughed slightly uncomfortably, “Uncomfortable? You almost gave me a heart attack.” He said.

Although I felt a little bad I had to smile, “I don’t think you were going to have a heart attack.” I said cheekily.

He frowned as he finished his wine, “And why not?”

I grinned, “Men having heart attacks don’t have erections.” I said with a smile.

“Kimberly!” he said in a hoarse voice.

I shrugged as he stood up and walked to the whiskey cabinet, “I would love one thanks Daddy.” I said before adding, “By the looks of it Dad I don’t see how I couldn’t have noticed.”

He stopped at the liquor cabinet and turned to look at me, “Kimberly,” he shook his head and then grabbed two glasses, “do you want a double.” It wasn’t what he was going to say, and I knew it.

I finished my wine, “You want to make a night of it and pour a triple?”

“You are bad enough behaved when you are sober.” He said, but still poured me a large drink and handed it to me.

“Does that mean you are giving me permission to be badly behaved?” I asked before poking my tongue out.

“If I said yes or not would it change your behaviour?” He asked as he sat down, his robe was parting slightly as he sat and I could see he had his boxes on underneath, it was a little disappointing.

I shook my head and took a sip of whiskey, “Probably not.” I said with a smile, “I was just trying to be nice when I brought you your wine. I didn’t really expect to see you stark naked.”

“Let’s move on from the embarrassment of my 21 year old daughter seeing me in the shower.” He said shaking his head.

I nodded before taking a long sip of the whiskey, “I’ll need to bring a bottle next week, weeing as we have drunk so much of yours.”

He laughed, “Yet we seem to drink so much almost every Thursday.”

I smiled with the glass to my lips, “So I guess that means you like me behaving badly.”

Dad couldn’t help but laugh. “You are my daughter and I will love you no matter how badly behaved you are.”

“Aww, thanks Dad,” I said, “I know I gave you quite a shock, but I have to say for a man your age you seem very fit.”