Lizzie finds her dad on the Santa Monica pier, selling recreational .

The next episode shows Lizzie walking down the Santa Monica pier, her luggage dragging behind her, looking flustered and agitated.

She had expected to come home to her mom and dad, not to her mom and an older new husband. And Lizzie sure hadn’t expected her mom’s new husband to fuck her the day she met him. Life had been disappointing lately, Lizzie hoped meeting her father would go better.

It took a while, as the pier has a lot of vendors big and small, but Lizzie eventually found her father Sam, and she was as surprised to see him as he was to see her after so many years.

Sam McGuire was at this point in his mid sixties, and was thinner than Lizzie remembered him. He had long graying hair and a fairly long beard, looking quite different to the last time she saw him.

Sam was at very least just as surprised to see his daughter. She had left when she was just 21. The last time he saw her she was 5’2” and fairly petite. She isn’t anymore.

Now Lizzie is 5’2” but rocking curves any stripper would envy.

She is in the skirt and top she traveled in, and both are form fitting with the skirt showing off plenty of her legs, and she has well toned thighs and calves. Her ass is well shaped for her height, even bigger than might be expected, and instead of her natural c cup, she now has full d cup breast implants. Lizzie is quite the sight to see these days, having spent the last years building her body for a fiancé she is no longer with.

Her ass strains against the fabric of her skirt, and her top struggles with the size of her tits, and she doesn’t care much another it as she runs towards him.

Her father can’t help but notice, this is not what she looked like when she left, but the shock doesn’t last long, as he is in tears as his daughter gives him a running hug he hasn’t revived in a long time.

After a joyful reunion, Sam shuts down his little cart for the day and walks with his daughter as they talk about what has happened over recent years.

Lizzie doesn’t tell her father everything, no need in him knowing all that happened with her fiancé and her landlord, and not even with her mom’s new husband, no need to burden her dad with that, he seems to have his own issues.

Sam isn’t exactly thriving, but he is getting by ok. He does enough business to get by and has some savings, allowing him to live a life he can enjoy.

They walk to a small RV, a 23 foot camper built on the back of what looks like a Ford van. It isn’t old, but it certainly isn’t brand new either.

Sam breaks his cart down, and stores the marijuana and edibles he didn’t sell in a hatch above the driving compartment he had modified to have a secure locking door with a combination lock and a padlock on it.

His RV isn’t great, but it is clean, and for what it is, there is some room in it.

“This is my castle,” Sam says with a sarcastic tone. “It isn’t great, but it is paid off, and it is mine. I have a shower and a bathroom, a fridge and a microwave, even a cooktop for making meals.”

He shows a queen sized bed, “just this bed and the sofa, so if you need a place to crash, I will take the sofa Liz.”

Lizzie gives her father a big hug, squeezing him tightly, crying on his shoulder. She starts to explain what is wrong and he stops her, “baby you don’t have to tell me. Please do if you want to, I am here for you, but take your time. This is what I do now, I set up shop for a few hours in the afternoon and evening on the pier, then maybe I hit the beach, I find a good spot to camp for the night and that’s it.”

“I make enough to get by, I don’t owe anyone anything, what I do is legal…” he continues. “And if you need a roof over your head, my little camper is always open to you. But I thought you would have stayed with your mother, and whatever the fuck his name is…”

Lizzie makes a sour face. “Jake…” she says quietly.

“That guy…after you left for New York I found your mother fucking him, in our bed,” he says quietly. “I moved out that day, and he moved in that day, they had planned it that way. But it was my fault in the end.”

Lizzie looks at her dad angrily, “how could it be your fault that mom cheated on you?” She counters harshly.

“Liz, your mother had needs, needs I wasn’t providing for for a long time,” he explains. “I was…well I am impotent, I had been for a while at the time.” He looks ashamed of himself for a moment, but moves on.

Lizzie’s animated avatar shows up and is stunned at this revelation. Something she never needed to know about.

“We weren’t getting along well, and I hadn’t done anything sexual with her in a couple of years, I just didn’t have an interest in it, but Jo did…she had always been sexually free, and I had struggled to keep up. Then it all just stopped working for me.”

Lizzie looks at her dad, a loving and worried look on her face, “are you ok? Like have you seen a doctor?” She doesn’t want to talk about her dad not being able to get an erection, but she does care for his health.

He smiles, “the thing is, it was a caused by lot of things. Stress at work, stress at home, high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and fighting with your mom about not having sex didn’t make me want it emotionally, it was just all too much…and I had low testosterone on top of all of that.” He says with a smile, “now with better eating and a few low dosage meds it is all better, well nearly all of it. I don’t meet a lot of women…I mean I’m not dating, but my health is a lot better now overall.”

“Why not go win mom back? That Jake guy is a fucking creep…” Lizzie starts, but her dad stops her.

“Liz, that chapter is over,” he says quietly. “Jo was always a free spirit, in a different way than I am. She and that guy are into free love, swinging. They sleep around, and your mother is happier for it. I am not the sharing type, it would never have worked with me, so there isn’t any way we reconcile that.”

Lizzie’s animated avatar shows up again as the screen freezes on Lizzie hearing her mother is a swinger. Her eyes are wide open in surprise.

“Well the hits keep on coming, didn’t expect this from mom…some secrets are best kept I think…”

“She is into a lot of things, things you wouldn’t care for baby,” Sam McGuire continues. “Group sex, gloryholes, you name it she does it. She even has a page on a new site called OnlyFans, she makes money letting people watch her do things…men, women, old and young, whatever. Be careful around them…”

“Yeah…about that,” Lizzie replies quietly. “I…met Jake, when mom was off to get dinner, he…”

Lizzie struggles to say the words, and her father stops her, hugging her tightly.

“He is a bad man Liz, you couldn’t have known,” Sam says softly. “I can only imagine what he did, but I don’t want to. And you don’t have to ever see him again.”

“Your mother probably told him to do it, her mind has been twisted by her lifestyle, she has lost any connection to traditional morality. You left that place, and you are welcome to stay here as long as you want…as small as this little camper is. Whatever I have is yours Lizzie, for as long as I have it.”

Lizzie breaks down in tears and hugs her father, as always Sam is a gentle soul.

“It’s perfect dad,” she answers. “But I don’t have anything, I’m broke. I lost everything…all I have to my name is what is in my bags and $50 that fucking creep Jake gave me after he…after he fucked me…he paid me for it and offered more. He thinks I’m a whore…”

Lizzie now tells her dad all that happened at her mom’s, how she froze up and never said no.

“He just laid me back and did it, he finished when mom got home, and offered to pay me to let him do that every day…I would rather die I think than do that sort of thing…”

Sam McGuire looks disgusted, “Jesus Liz, I’m sorry,” he says. She has the $50 bill in her hand, and he takes it and puts it in his sink and lights it with his lighter, and Lizzie panics. Her dad is burning the only money she has left, but he calms her down.

“You don’t ever need to touch that money again, or think about it, or spend it baby,” Sam continues as the $50 lights up and burns to ash. “That man your mother is with tried to buy something that wasn’t for sale. You shouldn't have this money, you can’t spend it. You aren’t a whore baby, you won’t ever be a whore, and we don’t need $50 that badly, I have…well we have enough money.”

He washes the ashes down the drain, then looks at Liz with a smile, “let’s go get some dinner, shall we? My treat…”

Her dad normally eats food he makes himself to keep costs down, but he drives them in the RV to a decent restaurant nearby, and buys them a very nice dinner. When they are done he drives back near the beach to a spot he can park for the night with a pass he purchased from the city, he plugs his RV in then locks it down and sets and alarm, and then walks to the beach with his beautiful daughter.

Lizzie and her dad walk on the beach for a couple of hours before finally heading back to the RV. He offers her a job working with him on the pier, not really a job he says, but an equal stake in his little business. With her help they could operate a bigger stand, or maybe stay open longer, but there is enough money in it as is. Money isn’t a problem, it isn’t something she need worry about.

He talks about her brother Matt, and seeing him from time to time with his beautiful model girlfriend, and hearing from her cousin Amy from time to time, who is played by Hilary Duff’s older sister Haylie.

He promises that times will get better. If she needs time to recharge her batteries and get a new start she is welcome to stay with him as long as she wants to. And he also mentions that she is welcome to stay with him as long as she wants to.

They settle in for the night, Lizzie on the small bed and her dad on the sofa, but it doesn’t last. She insists that they share the bed, it is big enough for both, and the sofa isn’t close to big enough or comfortable enough to sleep on. But her dad declines.

“It is one night Lizzie, I will buy an air mattress tomorrow, we will be on,” he assures her. “But that little bed is not big enough for two.”