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Showering with Irena

My daughter Nikki and her friend, Irena, were giggling about a boy they’d met on the train. I couldn’t see what was so funny, except that he was besotted by them and was trying a little too hard. I felt sorry for him because my daughter and her friend were both beautiful young women. They would have been quite a catch for any young man. I remembered being eighteen years old, trying to pick up girls of my own age. It wasn’t easy. “But Daddy!” Nikki exclaimed, “You should have seen him. He was awful!” “Can I call you Daddy too?” Irena laughed, “It sounds so sweet.” “No, you can’t call him Daddy!” Nikki replied, mockingly shocked, “He’s my Daddy.” I was meeting Irena for the first time, having accepted that Nikki could occasionally bring a friend to stay for the weekend. It was better to allow her to bring a friend along with her than to wait for several months for her to have a free weekend. As a divorced father, I had learned to make some sacrifices. “Please, Mr Greenfield. Let me call you Daddy,” Irena continued, making falsely sad doe eyes at me. I looked at Nikki, gauging her reaction. She didn’t seem bothered by her friend’s strange request. If anything, it appeared to amuse her. I figured it was probably a silly joke they were sharing. “Sure, OK,” I said, “You can call me Daddy too.” “Yes!” Said Irena, punching her fist in the air while looking at Nikki, “Now we’re really sisters!” “We were already sisters,” Nikki responded sarcastically, “But now you’ve stolen my real ...

... Daddy.” “I’m not stealing him,” Irena laughed, “I’m just borrowing him for the weekend.” The girls seemed to find the concept of them being sisters and me being their father hilarious. They pushed and pulled each other while sitting on the couch opposite my armchair. I observed them playing, imagining what must have been going through the mind of that boy on the train. Any you man would have been over the moon to be dating either of them. As for me, I was intrigued by Irena. By now they had gone into their own little world, talking to each other in low whispering tones, which I obviously wasn’t supposed to hear. I observed Irena instead. She had shoulder length light wavy brown hair, with beautiful blue eyes, high cheekbones, and a pretty white-mouthed broad smile. She didn’t need to wear any makeup, although I could see she had put on some shiny pink lip gloss. She was a girly girl, dressed in a little white ruffled miniskirt and a thin light pink cotton cami top with large white polka dots, and cork-heeled white high-heeled shoes. I could see that she didn’t have much in the way of boobs, but that suited her young physique. She was adorable. --- I was lost in my newspaper when Nikki announced that she was going to bed. “Irena would like to take a shower before bed if that’s OK?” “Sure, let me get a towel,” I responded. Nikki went off to bed while I found a towel for Irena. When I got back to the living room, she was sitting there with her legs crossed, and her little white ...