Who was standing at my daughter's doorway?
Timmy
I see little 18 year old Timmy, jerking off as he peeps through the door, which is cracked open. I sneak up on him and tap his shoulder. He leaps with fright.
"Dad!" He whisper cries. "I-I was just..." He can't come up with an excuse.
"It's okay son, I understand." I whisper back softly.
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