We remained staring into each other's eyes as she brought me to another glorious and euphoric ending.
When we got to her subway station, she reached up and this time kissed me softly on the lips. It was still an all-too brief and chaste kiss, yet it was on the lips, a kiss we had never shared. So soft, so intimate, so much feeling and meaning behind it.
At lunch, I texted Erin.
ME: So when can I return the favor?
I regretted it. I regretted sending the obviously suggestive words. Suggestive? It wasn't suggesting anything. It was downright solicitation! I felt as if I was turning my sweet daughter into a whore. My prostitute. How could I have let myself get here? How could I betray everyone's trust?
So how does this end?
We come back to the beginning of this story,
where Erin finally texted back:
ERIN: I'm done with classes at 4 today. Maybe I can meet you at Grand Central tonight and we can ride the train together...
What's a father supposed to think?
How does this end?
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Skeet skeet skeet! Enough said.
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A wonderful blend of naughtiness, anticipation, awkwardness and guilty pleasure. I've ridden those trains before (without the playful interaction) so you put me back there quite nicely. Can't wait for the next installment.more...
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