My wife has been nagging me about taking her and the girls on vacation for a while. It is an election year, and that keeps me very busy. I know that my family misses me. You understand how it is; I want to keep my position as the city's mayor. So when an opportunity presented itself where I could take a small vacation with my family and still campaign, I didn't hesitate.
I walked into the kitchen and kissed my wife on the cheek. "Good morning, Nikki," I said as I sat at the breakfast table. I poured myself a cup of coffee and stacked my plate with pancakes and bacon. "I hope you and the girls don't have plans this weekend," I said with a sly smile over my coffee cup.
She stopped reading the paper and turned to me. "I don't have plans. I know Jessica said she would be arriving home from campus Thursday with Samantha. She didn't mention that they had made any plans, and since it is Meghan's senior year, I don't know if she has made plans either. What did you have in mind?" Nikki looked at me with curiosity.
Meghan is my youngest daughter at seventeen. She will be eighteen in a few months. She is my spitting image, with my black hair and dark brown eyes. She is tall, athletically built, and tan. Her personality is also cloned after me; she is an overachiever, stubborn, and determined. When she a goal, she won't stop until she has accomplished it. Jessica is my oldest daughter at twenty. She is currently in her third year of college at UT Knoxville studying criminal science. She looks just like my wife, a little on the short and chubby side. The adorable kind, not overweight, but gives them more of a babyface appearance and curves. Both Nikki and Jessica have mousy brown straight hair that goes just past their shoulder blades and bright blue eyes that sparkle when they laugh and seem to glow when they are pissed. They are both quiet and shy to an extent.
Samantha has been Jessica's best friend for years. She is the exact opposite of my daughter. Tall 5'11, I think, she has emerald green eyes and dark black hair that curls in little spirals that almost touch to her hips. Her skin is a smooth pale cream color that is blemish-free. She also has a killer body. That body is what made her so popular in high school. According to Jess, Samantha had boys leaving her love letters in her locker almost every day. I asked my daughter once what Samantha did with the letters, and she said, "Nothing, she throws them away. Says she doesn't have time for boys," I wish that philosophy would have rubbed off on Jessica, who seemed to bring a different boy home every other week, but it never did. Often I found Samantha and myself sitting on the couch together making fun of the poor kid that Jessica brought home. After a while, it became a game that Meghan eventually joined in on.
Looking back at my wife, "There is a little heritage festival going on out at the state park this weekend, people from all over the county will be coming. I figured I could campaign with the locals and spend time with my family competing in some activates, at the same time." My wife gave me the 'I'm not convinced' look as she tapped her finger on the table in thought. So I added. "Since Samantha, is going to tag along with Jess, tell Meghan she can bring a friend too. Then once I get re-elected, I promise we can go to the mountains for two weeks over Christmas." I held my breath awaiting her response.
"I will talk to the girls today, and let you know by dinner," She said smiling. I guess the mountains brought her around to my way of thinking. We finished our breakfast and I headed off to the office while Nikki headed off to Meghan's school.
That Thursday afternoon, I was packing up the SUV. Nikki and I were going to head out to the cabin and set up, while the girls caught a movie with their friends. They would join us later in the evening, giving Nikki and I some much needed alone time. After everything was unloaded and set up, my wife had poured us two glasses of wine and we retreated to the balcony overlooking the river. "This is nice. I had forgotten how relaxing it is when it is just the two of us." My wife said as she snuggled into my side.
"I know, we got married and had kids so young, it's hard to believe that just twenty years ago we were Meghan's age." I sighed as the memories of youth flooded my brain. Nikki and I were high school sweethearts, who got accidentally pregnant with Jessica at eighteen. I was a shock and scary as hell, but we managed. We got married, attended a junior college to get our degrees, and we both worked part-time jobs as we raised our sweet baby girl. It would have been nice to have a normal college experience, but I wouldn't trade Jess for anything.
Hearing Jess hollering for us pulled me from memory row, and I winked at my wife as she rolled her eyes. "Why are girls so needy?" my wife asked.
"You know, I've been asking myself that for years." I laughed as Nikki elbowed me in the side playfully. We headed downstairs to have a game night with the kids.
I walked downstairs to see my Jessica and Samantha for the first time in months, and was greeted with "daddy," and a running hug. Then I turned to hug Samantha and I froze in my tracks. My eyes bulged out of their sockets, my mouth fell open, and I almost forgot to breathe. Samantha stood there in tight jeans and a tank top that made it clear that her breasts where two cup sizes bigger than the last time I had seen her.
In my shocked state, I couldn't figure out a proper or non-creepy way to ask her about her now DDs that where playing hid and seek with that thin tank top. Luckily my wife, asked for me, "Samantha sweetie, I see you had some work done."
Samantha blushed while she looked at me, "Yes ma'am. I got them for my new job. The company paid for them, so I just went for it. The clinic was only supposed to go up one cup size, but they were out of stock of that size. So seeing as my employer does a lot of business with them, I got upgraded to the next size for free." Samantha crossed her arms trying to cover herself, it didn't work. Instead, it just pushed them up and together for better viewing.
"What job would require a boob implant, Hooters?" Nikki asked. That was my wife, oblivious to the girl's obvious discomfort.
"No mom, she is a model, a swimsuit model to be exact. Doesn't she look, great dad?" Jessica said trying to defend her friend.
