Michelle

"Hey, Daddy, forgot my keys."

My youngest stepdaughter, Michelle, pushed past me and into the house. She was wearing tight Daisy Duke shorts and a pink tank top that showed about an inch of her flat stomach.

"Um, Michelle, I thought you were going to stay over at your friend Jacqueline's house while your mother was gone."

Michelle turned around and patted me on the check. "Jacqueline has a new boyfriend, and he has a friend who tags along with him all the time that just wants to get into my pants. And you know I want to save my first time for someone special, Daddy." Michelle licked her lips and I swear she took a quick glance at my crotch. "Someone VERY special."

She must have felt my eyes on her tight little butt as she walked away. She gave her hips an extra little wiggle.

The phone rang, bringing me out of my trance. I picked it up. It was Suzy again. "Hi, Jim." Michelle was the only one of my wife's daughters who called me Dad or Daddy. "I'm running a little late. I'm leaving the kids at Mona's."

Mona was Suzy's mother-in-law. Mona loved her grandchildren and probably had a lower opinion of her son than I did. "I'm going to leave Tom and Becky with her for the weekend. Actually, it was Mona's idea. She thought I could use some free time to clear my head and anyway, you know how much she loves the kids." Tom was Suzy's two year old son; Becky was her six month old daughter. Suzy always regretted not having been able to breast feed either one of them (and I regretted not being able to see that sight!), but she had to be a breadwinner for the family as well.

"No problem, Suzy. How long do you think it will be before you make it over here?"

"Give me thirty minutes, Jim."

"I'll have dinner ready for you then. See you soon."

I decided a half hour would be just long enough to make hamburgers. I was in the kitchen getting burgers ready while Michelle was up in her room (listening to her iPod, I presume). I was just putting out plates for dinner when the front door bell rang.