Olivia Marie Walker

Gary leaned out the car window and called to the tall blonde who was leaning against the retaining wall, looking the wrong direction.

"Olivia!" he called.

She didn't look around.

"OLIVIA MARIE WALKER!" Gary called.

She looked around and said, "Dad!" then scampered over to the car. Her bangs were overdyed in stripes of pink and peacock-blue.

And there was a red stain on the bottom seam of Olivia's white shorts.

Gary handed her a handled paper shopping bag. "Wipes, tampons, change of panties, change of shorts, big plastic ziploc bag, lip gloss, raspberry breakfast bar, chocolate bar," he said. "Advil. Bottle of water. Extra charging cord."

"You're a lifesaver, Dad," Olivia said. She leaned over to kiss his cheek.

"Oh, and lube and condoms," Gary added.

Olivia grinned. "THAAANKS DAAAD," she drawled.

Gary smiled at his daughter. Olivia was starting to look more like her mother. Her face was growing out of the wide-eyed goofiness of her teens and into a bright, strong-featured beauty like Sally Walker.

"Am I wrong?" Gary asked.

"No," Olivia said. "Bye Dad!"

"Have a good time!" Gary said.

Olivia turned round and ran back toward the boarding line for the event bus.

Gary hoped Olivia didn't bleed into the seat.

He sat and waited, watching until Olivia boarded the bus.

"OK car, coast highway north," Gary said.

"Coast highway north," the car acknowledged. The car threaded through the busy streets, giving bicycles and pedestrians plenty of leeway, until Gary had reached the coast highway. There would be fog overnight, but for now there was a beautiful golden sunset.

Gary took back manual control. "OK car, tight suspension," he said. The ride roughened a bit, but he felt like he could really feel the road now. Gary enjoyed the feeling of taking the curves and hills as he headed for Jim and Sally's house.

It was a big party tonight, spilling out onto Jim and Sally's backyard. Gary's mom and dad were swapping with Jordan and Rashida, a Black couple they'd known for thirty years. Jordan was a retired commercial real estate developer and Rashida had been his banker until Mom had fixed them up.

Sally was in the kitchen. She spread her arms wide and gathered Gary in for a tight hug. "How's our girl?" she asked. Her small, soft breasts pressed against Gary's chest, skin to skin.

Sally's blue eyes were bright, though her face showed the lines of her sixty-plus years as a sun-loving runner and tennis player, and her blonde was getting white streaks.

"Bled through her shorts," Gary said. "The bus was getting ready to board, and I was still downtown, so I hit the drugstore and grabbed a change from her sports bag."

"I love her, but Oopsie Miracle would forget her cunt if it wasn't attached," Sally said. She laughed. "Ha, she DID, even though it IS."

"Gets it from me," Gary said. "She's getting better."

"She BETTER," Sally said. "You just think she's getting better because I had Peter update the reminder program on her MyPhone. Somehow she never forgets THAT."

"Where's Peter?" Gary asked. "And Jim? I didn't see them out in the party."

"Fucking. Up in our bedroom," Sally said. "Father on son is still too risqué for our crowd. Mother and son seems to be the edge."

"Yeah," Gary said. "When you and Peter get together, it kinda ends up with everyone stopping and watching you."

Sally smiled. "So where are you heading, Gary?" she asked, reaching down to give his cock a squeeze.