About twenty minutes later, Lindsay came bounding into the living room and plopped down next to me on the couch. Her tiny skirt flipped up a bit as she did and I couldn’t help noticing she was wearing thigh-highs; another of my weaknesses. I didn’t even know my daughter owned thigh-highs.
“So I’m heading out for the evening, am I?” I asked.
“What?” she asked. I told her I could hear her talking to her friends when I took the pizza down.
“Oh, that,” she said. “I was just telling them that so they wouldn’t know it was you.”
“I see,” I responded half paying attention to her and half paying attention to the movie I was watching. Then what she said clicked. “Wait. What do you mean so they won’t know it’s me?”
“You’ll see,” she responded, echoing her earlier promise. “Go around outside and meet me behind the curtain downstairs in an hour.”
“If you say so,” I agreed. “Anything else?”
“No, but make sure you get something to eat, drink – and use the restroom before you come down. It’s going to be a long night and I don’t know if you’ll get a chance for a break”
“What in the world are you up to, Lindsay?” Now I was worried.
“Just meet me downstairs in an hour,” she said as she started to walk away. “…and don’t forget to go around the outside of the house. You’re not supposed to be here, remember?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll see you in an hour,” I replied blandly. Secretly though, my curiosity was peaked. I might actually get a chance to see Kristy in a sexy outfit after all!
An hour later I had eaten and freshened up. Feeling a little nervous about what Lindsay’s plans might be, I went outside, around the house, and quietly entered the family room behind the curtain. I could hear a movie playing and occasional comments by the girls. As tempted as I was to peak out and see what was going on (and what the girls were wearing), I didn’t want to ruin Lindsay’s surprise. I kept quietly behind the curtain for about 5 minutes before I heard my daughter tell her friends that she was going to get things set up. When one her friends asked to help, she turned down the offer and told them they were not to look until she said so. A few seconds later she stepped behind the curtain and asked if I was ready.
“Um…I think so” I replied dubiously.
“Let me check your breath,” She leaned up into my face as I gently blew. “Good!” she confirmed. Then she asked me to step outside with her for a second. When we were outside, she looked at me with an almost sad smile and spoke.
“Dad… I don’t know how to say this in a way that won’t shock you, so I’ll just come right out and say it.”
“Ok,” I could tell that as confident as she had been all day, she was now genuinely nervous to say what was on her mind.
“Dad… I set up this party to get you laid.”
“What!?” I barely choked out.
“Please listen, dad. I know that you and mom haven’t had sex in years…”
“Lindsay, this isn’t somethi…”
“Just let me finish,” she interrupted. “I know you would never cheat on mom under normal circumstances. I also know that even though you have fantasized about Kristy and Amy, I know you would never actually try anything or hurt any of my friends.” She continued, “…but you are a man, dad. I’m not stupid. I know what men want. I’m actually pretty amazed you haven’t cheated on mom already. Sex once every few months probably sucks, but I don’t know how you managed to go without for years.”