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Walking back to the table, I stop and smile as I watch my three kids laughing together. Their mom may have abandoned them, but I think I did a pretty good job at raising them into the well-adjusted adults they are. I’m especially happy that Michael has found his calling. I was extremely worried about him for a while, but he’s finally found his feet and place in life.
A small voice that has my cock twitching says, “Excuse me.” When I look over my shoulder, I see Calliope trying to get past. And like most times I see her, my throat dries up at her beauty. She’s stunning and she doesn’t even know it.
“Sorry,” I offer, stepping to the side and letting her pass. Her scent invades my nose and it, like her angelic voice, heads straight to my cock. Subtly, I adjust myself and follow behind her, my eyes dropping to her ass. I’m so going to hell,I think to myself as she turns right and I make my way back to my family.
“Took long enough, Dad, you having prostate issues?” Konrad teases.
“Wait ‘til you’re my age and we’ll see how quickly you use the restrooms.”
“Better book him into the old folks’ home now, he’s forty-five and already about to start pissing himself.”
“And once again, we’re back in the gutter. How about we forget about my bladder and take this home? We can have a family movie night, just like we used to.”
The three of them nod in agreement. Then Finley stares us all down. “But no fucking clowns and, yes, Dad, I’m aware that I swore. But afterBeavisandButtheadover there,” she flicks her thumb at her brothers, “made me watchITandITChapter Two, clowns can fuck right off.”
“Aww, come on, sis,” Konrad coos, draping his arms over her shoulder, “what’s not to love about a clown who drags you into the sewer?”
She glowers at him and then turns to me, giving me the sweetest of sweet faces. “Please, Daddy, no clowns.”
“That sweet daughterness right now won’t work on me.” She goes to interrupt but I raise my hand and stop her. “But I’m not in the mood for scary tonight, we need something funny. I want to see which one of you three snorts first.”
“Michael,” Konrad and Finley both say at the same time, earning themselves a bird flip from their brother.
From the corner of my eye, I see Calliope watching us and I’d love nothing more than to have her join us. But is that possible? Starting something with her has so many obstacles in the way. Her father. Her current profession. The fact she lives in New York. Maybe we aren’t destined to be, it’s not like I have a good track record. I’m an almost divorced man with three grown children. I’m not really a catch. She’s young and still has her whole life ahead of her, do I want to trap her? Will she become unhappy like Danica and run off, leaving me once again alone?
“You okay, Daddy?” Finley asks. “You’re a million miles away.”
“I’m fine, Munchkin. Just got a lot on my mind.”
“You work too hard. You really need to take a break. What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to do?”
Calliopeimmediately comes to mind but I can’t tell my daughter that. I can’t tell anyone that. So, I tell her the PG version. “Drive Route 66 in a gunmetal gray Shelby Cobra.”
“That’s very specific and I can totally see you doing that.” She pauses. “So when’s the big trip?”
“Considering I told you twenty seconds ago, I’d say in a few years.”
“Daddy, you need to start living. Time to get back on the dating horse.”
“Have you been chatting to your brother?”
“No, but if we need to gang up on you for you to start living, I’m happy to start a group chat.”
“No more group chats, please. I’m still scandalized over the last one.” A few years ago, we had a family chat to help keep us organized and my oldest son shared more than I ever wanted to know about him when he sent a message to the wrong chat. Let’s just say, I will never look at whipped cream and chocolate sauce the same again. I was thankful he was away at school because if I had to look at him across the dinner table, I would have died.
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The movie—sansclowns—has finished and my stomach still hurts from all the snort-laughing. Finley was the first to snort and before long, all of us were laughing … and maybe snorting too. Snort-laughing is a vicious cycle in the Heatherington household. But seriously, what is it about someone snorting? Their one innocent snort sets off a chain reaction of snorts and then everyone is snorting and laughing.
Saying goodnight to the kids, who are staying up to watch the secondGrown Upsmovie, I head on up to my room. After brushing my teeth, I slip into my boxers and climb into bed. Nothing beats freshly laundered sheets. Snuggling down, I drift off to sleep and like most nights, I dream of Calliope but tonight’s dream is a very sexual Calliope dream …
… Calliope and I are in a gunmetal gray Shelby Cobra and we’re cruising along Route 66. Her hair flies in the wind as I put my foot down on the accelerator. Pulling off the highway, we find a secluded picnic spot and stop for lunch. Grabbing the picnic basket from the back, I walk around to her side of the car and open her door. Offering her my hand, she places hers in mine and I pull her out. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I smile down at her as I lace our fingers together. We walk a few feet from the car and stop. I place the woven basket on the ground and pick up the picnic blanket and spread it out.
Dropping down, Calliope sits next to me and she begins to pull out the sandwiches and a bottle of red. She hands me the bottle and I uncork it while she arranges the food.
Handing her a glass, she smiles at me over the top and takes a sip. She moans and my cock loves the sound. “You keep moaning like that, Sunshine, and I’ll be eating you for lunch.”
She stares at me, bites her bottom lip, and moans. She places her glass down next to her and traces her fingertip along the neckline of her halter dress. Leaning forward, she tugs at the material and gives me an unobstructed view of her gorgeous breasts.
