y noticed. Her mind was busy. For the last two weeks, she'd seen Dad cope. Today was his first trip to his compan

t, and it warmed her every time. This dad was so different. She felt guilty that she liked this dad so much more. He spent time wit

ut didn't have the foggiest about how much to use or which to use. He could make pasta, but overcooked it. He knew every cooking appliance in

allowance and, when he asked how much she'd get, she upp

r pierce her ears and he had agreed sh

d bought and never used - and now he did! It replaced the gardening he used to do, which wasn't great since the garden w

herself. Dad liked action mov

r her shoulders. He'd never been touchy-feely. Now he was and she loved it! She f

spend time with him instead of avoiding him. She knew how hard it w

Dad didn't wear suits. New Dad laughed a

g circular drive, notic

er bedroom, she changed out of her sch

the living room - something Old Dad would never permit

a T-shirt, his sandy hair mussed from driving with the window ope

" Michelle aske

arkway is jam-packed from the

s

empty plate and headed to

ork and they seem happy a

r, Michelle suggested, "Maybe they

table. "It's hot. Is

inter," she replied

ard. Apparently, that isn't my strength. On t

" Michelle asked,

never experienced rain. Tha

and shook her h

oom was inky dark. She checked her Smar

se she was so thirsty. It must have been the excessive soy sa

ly, as she approached the end of the hall, she saw a soft

the other, the side table lamp casting a soft light. He wasn't watchi

Dad had appeared so relaxed, as if he'd adapted to his condition, funny, sometimes goofy, always considerate; the New Dad. But, watching him, she

like she'd never experienced, almost painful. This dad was so d

e moved silently,

er and smiled slightly, forced. "Hey,

rsty. What

" he said

here's something w

owed. Then he sighed. "It's l

ichelle asked, "What

r bad. They keep you company. I have nothing. I have a silent void, a blank slate, no cherished memories to keep me company. I have nothing to look back on with

othing to worry about.

ed closer. "I can help," she said. "I c

ybe. Stories won't replace feelings or emotions.

tried to understand why. Then it hit her. Dad used to wear aftershave. No

to bed. I'm going, too,"

, his grey eyes soft, and kissed her cheek l

new why. She adored him. She adored this dad, the one who spent time talking with her not at her, the one who hugg

t, the gentle pulse below, the awakening of desire. In the quiet of

f his lips on her cheek. This time, as her pussy responded, growing damp, flushed, her heart beating faster, it was Dad kissing her, Dad touching her, Dad making her so horny. And as her body built to a familiar climax, she reached inside her panties

s one had been so much more intense, her body liquid and languid, her panties damp. S

ied him as if through new eyes. She still felt no guil

ked in odd spots refusing to beha

ted her, heading f

s workouts. She appreciated how tall he was, maybe over six feet? She liked his unshaven appearance, his firm jaw, and his eyes - that

didn't tell me everything about ye

ow I started a software company. Richard told me I'm the strategy and sales guy. That

n," Michelle

o go into the office a couple of days a we

red, he said, "W

ther app said it'll

oo

p, sudden clap of thunder. Michelle was in the mi

Where are you? It's

strange to hear excitement from him,

CHE

ing!" sh

windows looking out. Spotting her, he sm

are we

ont door. "Outside t

be lightning,

ares.

e was, strolled down the road smiling, sometimes his face turned up, sometimes his hand held palm up to feel the downpour. Her feet squished i

he air and she shivered. "Let's go ba

you

nd all the way home. I

n interesting experience," he ob

iggled. Wh

then told him to vacuum the house. Vacuuming had always been her chore, but he didn'

ry - were done and by early evening they were

ot true (she didn't like sprouts) - and now she was pushing limp, tasteless spinach arou

y chewing a piece of overcooked, dry-as-a-bone pork. Glanci

t's horr

go out to eat. Get

laughed

e asked, "Where can w

ack Astor's

it g

," Michelle informed him

d told the server, "T

d studied the menu, she asked, "W

eed s

y, the waitress arrived

ke beer? Never mind. I'll have a Canadian beer - whatev

y dish on the menu! The waitress was just as shocke

le asked when the waitress le

of the dishes. Think of i

ve any idea how mu

arned in the meeting with Richard is, we don't h

he was very careful with money. That's why she attended a public school i

tes of almost thirty dishes, Dad adding commentary on what he liked or didn't - all st

discussed each dish while other patrons looked on with

re both stuffed. But, Dad kissed her cheek

, let herself dream of sexy activities with Dad, exploring, discovering, being touched and kissed, cuddling together in bed. This time, as she caressed

g down flat on the bed. This time her orgasm had been more inten

ay it's plastered everywhere. From fashion to the Internet, sex was pervasiv

ound the moment or a guy that turned her on enough. She'd never had a b

started seeking information about sex. Her hairbrush was her first. Curious about what it would feel like, the rounded handle had been the perfect tool; not too lon

y warmth develop, the waves of soft tingles intensifying, tingles

for sex? Even before the amnesia, she'd never seen him with a woman, never

that, she was sure. But, what if he was a

forgotten his past, but h

ing concept. But that was before. That

t the ceiling, lost in thought. Events over the last

way for her and Dad t