His fingers tighten around the steering wheel at the touch of her hand, his nostrils flaring with smoke. The little minx. "I think you'll have a good time. You'll have to forgive me, of course, if I resign myself to simply watching. I'm not sure how well it'd turn out if I actually tried surfing. But if you're lucky I might at least get my ankles wet."
Never been a beach person, Richard, but he's willing to make sacrifices. This is as much a birthday gift to himself as it is to her, and he doesn't care where he spends the trip so long as he's well away from home with Salome at his side.
"Yeah, well, I get the feeling that shit annoys teachers. And your little girlfriends won't get jealous, I know how girls your age are." Short answer: crazy. "Plus, this way I don't look irresponsible for pulling you out of school all willy-nilly," did he really just say that oh God he's so old, "in the first couple of weeks of lessons. I have an image to maintain."
Indeed. Affectionate parent, regular attendee of Salome's swim meets and performances, and sometimes school volunteer. As a wise woman once taught him, responsibility is the best shield.
Plus, it's an excellent way to meet cougars, which was the initial draw to volunteering at all. It's not Salome's friends she has to worry about with her father, it's her friends' mothers. Rawr.
He smirks and reaches over to squeeze and tickle her ribs until she squeals. "No, I didn't just want to get high, you don't know how paranoid I was in that office. If I wanted to get high, I'd just get high and wouldn't try to excuse it to my daughter. So how was school today? Break any hearts?" His hand relaxes back to its proper place and he smiles, blissfully unaware of what the girl has been up to today. If he were, well--and you think Salome's scary from time to time.
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Never been a beach person, Richard, but he's willing to make sacrifices. This is as much a birthday gift to himself as it is to her, and he doesn't care where he spends the trip so long as he's well away from home with Salome at his side.
"Yeah, well, I get the feeling that shit annoys teachers. And your little girlfriends won't get jealous, I know how girls your age are." Short answer: crazy. "Plus, this way I don't look irresponsible for pulling you out of school all willy-nilly," did he really just say that oh God he's so old, "in the first couple of weeks of lessons. I have an image to maintain."
Indeed. Affectionate parent, regular attendee of Salome's swim meets and performances, and sometimes school volunteer. As a wise woman once taught him, responsibility is the best shield.
Plus, it's an excellent way to meet cougars, which was the initial draw to volunteering at all. It's not Salome's friends she has to worry about with her father, it's her friends' mothers. Rawr.
He smirks and reaches over to squeeze and tickle her ribs until she squeals. "No, I didn't just want to get high, you don't know how paranoid I was in that office. If I wanted to get high, I'd just get high and wouldn't try to excuse it to my daughter. So how was school today? Break any hearts?" His hand relaxes back to its proper place and he smiles, blissfully unaware of what the girl has been up to today. If he were, well--and you think Salome's scary from time to time.