There was no doubt that I needed to talk to someone about Tabitha's behavior. It had only been one night, but she left me with no doubt that there would be other such encounters. As a single dad it's my responsibility to take care of my daughters, but somehow I didn't expect to have to take care of them in THIS way. I mean I did the parental job of giving them some introduction to sex so they at least understood things, but I never expected that to come back in this way.
The question was, who exactly could I talk to? Over the years I'd gone out with a number of women, but who could I trust to be discrete about this? Then it came to me. Sylvia, the girl's Gynecologist. At the prodding of the girls, Sylvia and I had gone out to dinner a couple times. Though there was some interest, things just hadn't progressed to the point of more than a little making out, almost like a couple of nervous teenagers.
I picked up my office phone, and dialed her personal cell phone. I didn't really expect her to pick up during the work day, but she said if I left a message she'd always call me back. "Sylvia. It's George. I have something I'd like to discuss. Could we get together for a little talk? Thanks. Talk to you later." I hung up the phone and went back to the mountain of paperwork on my desk.
"George," I said, answering my phone a few minutes later.
"George! It's Sylvia. I got your message. What's up? Something wrong with one of the girls?"
she asked with obvious concern.
"Hi Sylvia. No, nothing wrong. Well, not in a physical sense. But I have something a little delicate I'd like to talk about."
"I see. You want to come by the office? I could work you in later this afternoon. I know I have at least one cancelation around three."
"If you don't mind. I'd prefer if we could do this a little more privately," I said feeling a flutter in my stomach from nervousness.
"Ohhhhh. More privately? Planning on continuing our last private conversation?"
"Not specifically."
"Awwwww. I was hoping you wanted to continue that little conversation like you promised. Oh well. If you want privacy, how about my place?"
"That'd be great. I'll bring some take-out. I don't want you to have to put yourself out on my account."
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Ohhhhh. Take-out. Fancy!"
she said over the phone with a girlish giggle.
"Tell you what. Make it Chinese and you have a date."
"Chinese it is. About six?"
"
Better make it about six thirty. I'm rarely done at the office before six."
"Six thirty it is," I said with a smile, glad that I had a path forward.
"
See you at six thirty. And George. I wouldn't mind if you continue where you left off last time. Let's see. If I remember right you'd just talked me out of my panties. I'll start the same way if you want too,"
she whispered into the phone barely loud enough for me to hear.
I chuckled softly. "You're something else."
"
A good something else I hope."
"Yes. A good something else," I answered her.
"
Good. See you this evening then. I better get back to my patients."
"Alright. See you tonight," I answered before hanging up the phone.
I liked Sylvia. She was a vibrant, bubbly, petite woman with an obvious hint of Asian ancestry. My girls had wrangled things so that the two of us both thought the other had made an invitation to go out on a dinner date, an obvious setup once the two of us met for dinner. We had a good laugh and an enjoyable dinner. Over the next year or so we'd enjoyed each other's company several times and gotten to know each other fairly well, leading to our last outing, dinner and a movie, followed by a little heavy making out at her place before we were interrupted by an emergency call. We'd not had a chance to continue that particular direction since, though I wasn't opposed to doing so. She was clearly not opposed to the thought.
I made sure the girls were set for dinner at home and then went to pick up take-out, as I had promised, selecting the things I thought I remembered were her favorite Chinese dishes based on our limited number of dates. I arrived on her doorstep at almost exactly six thirty, still dressed in my sport coat from work.
"Well, now don't we look enticing!" she said as she opened the door for me, wearing a thigh length dress that was obliviously what she had worn to work as well.
"Thank you, I think," I answered as she moved aside to let me in. She closed the door behind me and followed me to the kitchen where I set down the bag with our dinner. She set plates and glasses of water on the table while I pulled the little white cardboard containers from the bag.
"Don't know what it is, but I LOVE Chinese take-out a whole lot better than my own cooking. I've just never quite gotten the hang of the spices," she said as she sat down in a chair across from where I stood.
"I find it enjoyable," I agreed as I sat as well.
"So, what's all the mystery? Something you wanted to talk about but not at the office? Are the girls alright?" she asked as she dished some rice onto her plate.
"Oh. They're fine. At least I guess they are."
"Okay George. What's going on? I don't think I've seen you this evasive about anything before, except buying vibrators or when the last time you had sex was. This isn't about sex is it?"
