Looking at me again, was he?”
“Yes, he was. Eporner I told you, I was just…”
“I already said my piece on that, Emily. Emily seemed completely unaware. It’s a definite creeping.”
“I don’t think your dad’s a creep, honey.”
“It’s just a term, mom. This whole conversation seems weird.”
“I saw your father looking at you last night.”
“Looking at me, uh … how?” she said. She laid there still and then a little while later, she parted her legs a little, taking another quick glance David’s way, nearly catching him again. My devious mind supplied an answer. Wait? I’m not actually calling dad a creep.”
“I’m only telling you so you can be aware, okay? She left it there, keeping a small portion of her buttocks free to breathe air. “Guess I must have brought it in, but I don’t remember that,” I lied.
