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An Unknown Relative

... butter. She giggled and laughed a lot. The butter ran down her chin and we used it on the baked potatoes too. I had sour cream and chives and she liked them both. We fed each other fruit on bamboo skewers and drank the rest of the bottle of wine. “You’re a fantastic cook, Dad,” she said. “I had good ingredients and good company,” I told her. “I’ll need you to help me pick out things for the menu that we can put in the freezer and in the refrigerators before we leave. I don’t know what you like.” “I like this,” she said. “I don’t like raisons or coconut. Anything else is good, but I’ll go with you. This is exciting!” We sat on the sofa with our legs up and she put hers across mine. We snuggled up and she told me all about her life. I drank in every detail, just basking in the sound of her voice. It was low and musical and I wondered if she sang. I asked her and she said only for her own entertainment. She did play saxophone, flute, guitar and bass and she was learning drums. I asked her if she wanted instruments and she did, but she would be happy with just a guitar. I promised to get her one and that made her very happy. Maybe we could get the others when we came back for her to start school. She was a runner and I told her she would have to be satisfied with the treadmill while we were at sea. She lifted four days a week and I was looking forward to working out with her. When we got around to boys, she blushed a little. “I had a boyfriend when I was a freshman and a ...

... sophomore, but when Mom got sick and I couldn’t spend much time with him he dumped me. I’ve been out a couple of times in the last six months, but they were tools. I just wanted to have fun and they just wanted to feel me up.” I laughed. “You can’t blame them for that, Pendry. That’s what boys do, especially when the girls look like you.” “Thanks,” she said. “I’m not opposed to a little feeling up either, but not constantly and that’s all they want to do.” “You’re learning,” I told her. “In my experience, and I was one, teenage boys are mostly about sex. When they grow up, they get better. They get more interested in you as a person and not just your boobs.” “I have nice ones,” she said. “I noticed,” I told her. “You take after your Mom.” One of them was pressed up against my arm and it was obviously bare underneath that thin cotton. I could feel a hard nipple against my arm. Every time she moved it swayed and jiggled against me and it was very distracting. It was getting late and she started yawning. It was contagious and I told her that old men and young c***dren needed their sl**p. She could sl**p as long as she wanted the next day and I wasn’t planning to get up early either. She stood up and kissed me goodnight and went off to her cabin. I heard music playing and I went to bed. I got up at ten the next morning and she hadn’t come out yet. I walked down the pier to the bakery and bought pastries and chocolate milk. When I came back I heard water running in her shower and when she ...