Daddy, I want more

" That's what you tell David wh

he strode to the door, w

fact, not even my new closest friend Naria, whom I saw

ning to David. I was becoming more and more irritated by the day that he didn't bother to phone or text. Maintaining concentration on it

own authority, this makes little sense. Perha

dn't want to be the straw that broke the camel's back in the already tepid bond between father and kid. I knew I w

desperate for it and could not wait any longer. I sent

ll we be dis

out what

I couldn't possibly go into d

while swimming. What exactly

ccupied with

se. He had been doing nothing except lou

your dad at h

t you may have h

apable of doing. Ignore the sudden, sharp twinge of sadness at t

me I may vi

feeling th

ave sexual relations in the absence of the man of the home. Un-fucking-real. Was he tr

welcome to vis

hurn. I turned off the vehicle and stood there staring at the house

ly in the basement, wouldn't hear me. As I strode into the living room and turned left toward the basement entrance, the flip-flops s

ess

like the Sahara and my mind froze. I acci

. Maybe even a touch of dread. I felt like trash and looked away from him to the pile of mail in his h

d hunched his shoulders. "I'v

ised my voice to a

d head. I said, "Why are you in here?

conversation with him. Also, be sure

y hard not to imagine what he looked like without his clothes.

lied, "You haven't infor

it right by saying, "What we did,"

his apparent distress. Why d

between you and him, all this will do is do him harm. David's bond with his dad was tenu

s on hips, shoulders drooping.

sage, so there was a quick end to our conversation

ly effective timing, David. I hung up my phone and gave Dr.Jonson a serious look. No, I don't intend to harm him. "And

s I ran down the stairs, past the portraits of David and I that were

of the stairs,