I had the best sleep tonight than I have had in 17 years. I tried to get up, but my head started spinning and I flopped back down just as my Dad came in.
“Are you dead!?” He chuckled.
“Whuh?”
“It’s 5 o’ clock at night!”
“Oh, crap.” I said, looking at my watch and realizing that I was starving.
I got up and got into the kitchen.
“Hey, Dad.” I called out. “What’s in the fridge that I can eat?”
“Ooh! It’s okay! I’ll fix something up for you!”
Emily rushed into the kitchen, bent over, and stared into the fridge.
She was wearing really tight pants. Really tight. I felt aroused, and confused.
SHE IS YOUR DAD ’S GIRLFRIEND !!! YOU ARE SO FUCKED UP !!
She popped up and turned to me with a smile.
“You like chicken?”
“Yeah.”
“Great I’ll fix something up for you.”
“Nah. It’s ok, I can just get something in the microw-”
“No-no-no. It’s okay.” She smiled. “Go and watch some TV. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.”
“Thanks alot!”
I flopped on the couch and probably fell asleep while watching the Bourne Identity.