Yes, Ma'am Ch. 02 - Dirty Movie Night - Sex Stories

Yes, Ma'am Ch. 02 - Dirty Movie Night

... weighing options in her mind. "Sweetie, please don't hang up," Hank pleaded.

I swung the car into a grocery store parking lot. "What do you want, Dad?" Bobbi said tersely. I heard him sigh on the other end of the line. "Honey, it's been so long. I miss you. I know I screwed everything up. I can't tell you how much I regret ..." his voice trailed off. You could hear the emotion in his voice.

I put the car in park and looked over at my wife, she was trembling. I know my wife enough by now to know that my presence in the car for this exchange would be an additional stressor, so I got out to do a little food shopping.

I wandered through the aisles, grabbing things we were low on in the house until she sent me a text.

Bobbi - You can come back now.

I paid for our items, grabbed coffee at Starbucks, and headed back out.

I looked over at her as I set the drinks in the cupholders. I didn't say a word. I just reached out and pulled her to me. She hugged me tight for a few minutes and then pulled back wiping her eyes. She looked down finally seeing the coffee. She picked up a cup, pulled it to her nose, and took a big whiff of the dark roast. She looked over the cup at me. "You're the best, you know that?" she said softly.

I grinned. "Just for you, babe." It was my usual reply whenever she gave me a compliment like that.

Bobbi laughed out loud. "Liar."

I looked at her a little confused. She smiled. "Mom."

I chuckled and started the car. "She's umm ... a ...

... special case."

Bobbi blew across the coffee and nodded. "Very special."

***

Bobbi gave me the gist of her conversation with her dad a little at a time. As she processed it, I supposed.

Hank had finally been taking stock of his life. Owning up to his mistakes. Perhaps he was seeing a therapist or something because his approach had a very twelve-step feel to it. He seemed to be trying to make peace with those he'd hurt. He wanted to patch things up with Bobbi at the very least. She'd put him off by telling him she had to think about it. I knew shewould too. For the next week, in the quiet moments, I'd see flashes of anger, sadness, and resolve on her face.

Friday morning, she turned to me, while we were staking out the mother of our target. We were tracking a white-collar bail jumper. "He doesn't deserve it!" she exclaimed out of nowhere. I put my binoculars down and gave her a confused look.

She sighed. "My dad. He doesn't deserve to have me back. He destroyed our family! For some stupid bimbo!" I could see how tense she was.

I looked at her and wiped away a lone tear from her cheek. "You're right. He doesn't. So don't make this about him. Make it about you." Bobbi's look said that she didn't understand.

"He's your father. The only one you've got." Her face softened. "And he's not in your life." Bobbi knew that I'd lost my parents while I'd been away at boot camp. A freak car accident. No one's fault, just ... bad luck. "I'd forgive my father a hundred ...