Home, but first…

Home, but first…

“Panacea,” I said, catching the heroine before she could leave. “Can you do something for my dad?”

“Of course.”

I leaned in and whispered my ideas to her conspiratorially, my dad giving a curious head tilt. I liked the way Panacea felt against my skin and the way she shivered when I my lips brushed her ear. “That’s no problem at all,” she told me confidently, then went over to my father. “My I?” she asked, offering a hand to the confused man.

I grinned as he took her hand and my friend’s power went to work. He seemed as bemused as always my dad, but I thanked Panacea and hopped into the car.

On the drive home I observed my father. He was once a handsome, man. Still was I guess, just a little older. I supposed I could have told Panacea to make him look younger… but I found I liked the way he looked now. Distinguished in his own dishevelled way. I saw him shift uncomfortably in his seat as he peered at the open road ahead. He kept moving in the chair like his jeans were on too tight and I smiled knowingly to myself.

“Everything okay?” I asked him, careful to watch his face. He grimaced but nodded.

“Yeah… my undies are kind of riding up. Uh sorry Taylor, that’s probably not something you want to hear about,” my father answered, stopping himself.

“Oh no, of course it is,” I said. “I’ve got my sex license now and I plan to make use of it… especially with you, dad.”

This seemed to perk up my old man a bit, though for a few moments his brow furrowed as if the true oddness of the situation was apparent. That seemed to dissipate quickly.

“Well if that’s what you want, champ,” he said cheerfully. “Your old dad is ready to go a few rounds.”

“I bet you are,” I smiled.