Was that it? Was my daughter going through one of those phases where you’re so horny that you’d do anything to anything, and this was just a symptom of that? No, surely, she would have targeted someone other than her father. Like that handsome senior who gave her a ride home after the baseball finals… Jackson, wasn’t that his name? Seemed like a cool guy, and Ali would surely be interested in someone like that. Surely, she would have gone down on him rather than me if it was just a matter of wanting it. No, the hypnosis couldn’t be it.
I went to work. My two appointments went by quickly and I hardly said anything. Driving home, I couldn’t even remember what we talked about. My clients seemed happy, though, having gotten some of their troubles off their respective chests, and that’s all that mattered to them in the end. A lot of sessions in therapy are just about letting your patients talk about their feelings without making them feel like they’re being judged.
The rest of the day was just paperwork, but it was slow going. It’s safe to say I was distracted. The vision of my daughter’s head bobbing back and forth below me was always on my mind. The slurping sounds, the sensation… My heart beat faster, just thinking about it. It had been such an absurd situation, it was hard to accept that it had actually happened.
Then there was the risk of getting caught. Yes, it had felt exciting, in a way… but mostly, I was terrified. Ava finding out… that could still happen! All it took was one slip-up, either me or my daughter mentioning something about what had happened in that bathroom, and the truth would come out. Sure, my wife could be freaky too; we’d even had threesomes back in the day, but I felt pretty sure that getting our daughter involved was crossing a line.
I kept agonizing over this whole thing. What was I going to do? Shut my mouth, pretend it never happened and try to forget all about it? It was on my mind all day. At work, on the way home, while getting ready to go back out to meet Ali…
The mall. Shopping. Right, that should be a good distraction. I drove over there, trying to think about anything other than the blowjob in the bathroom. Damn, there it was again. Not an easy thing to forget, that. I parked the car, went inside and found my daughter near JCPenney.
“Over here, Dad!” she called and waved at me.
She didn’t act like anything out of the ordinary had happened. Like she hadn’t sucked me off before breakfast. I wondered if she had been thinking about it all day like I had… She certainly didn’t seem like it.
We went shopping. I quite enjoy going shopping with my daughter. And my wife, actually. They both include me – it’s an experience for both of us, not just an ego trip where I’m treated like a walking wallet. What do I think of a certain bag or jacket? Does the higher quality justify the price? They often listen to my opinions and arguments. It turns shopping into something more than just buying stuff – a conversational event.
We went inside the store and Alisha started picking out outfits and holding them up so I could see them.