"Come on Christina your going to be late," I shouted to my daughter as it was nearing the time to leave.
"All right, all right, all right already," Christina said as she came running into the kitchen dressed in her red and gray plaid skirt and white blouse.
I kissed my beautiful wife good bye as she ran out of the house and into the garage as she was almost late for work. I really wasn't in the mood to go to work today but I figured that I would go because I would be bored at home all by myself.
"I'm ready daddy," Christina said as she walked past me and out the side door.
Her shoulder length blond wavy hair sparkled in the early morning sunlight as I followed behind her. I opened the door to my Jeep and unlocked the passenger door. Christina jumped in and I started my Jeep.
"Did you study for your finals?" I asked as I pulled out of the drive way and accelerated down the street.
"Oh daddy, you know I always study," Christina said as she crossed her legs.
"Only four more days till graduation," I said as I noticed the slit in her skirt.
"I don't even feel like going in today dad," my daughter said as she began to bounce her foot.
"I know sweetie, I don't want to go to work today either," I said as I turned the corner, again noticing the high slit in her skirt.
I turned the radio on as I tried to turn my attention from my daughter's leg to the song on the radio.
"I have an idea daddy," Christina said.
"What's that honey," I said as I turned the radio down to hear what my daughter had to say.
"I'll cut class and you cut work and we'll go do something wild and crazy today," Christina said as she smiled and looked into my eyes.
I couldn't help but notice how much my lovely daughter developed. At eighteen she filled out nicely last year and she was beginning to look like a younger version of her mother. Her perfect smile and her perfectly strait teeth gave her one advantage over her mother. Her green eyes along with the eye liner she wore caused all the boys at school to drool over her. Even her breasts developed quite nicely as she has filled out to a 34C this year. I know that because I found one of her bra's in the laundry once.
"That's a nice idea sweetie but I don't think so," I said as I pulled in front of her school.
"Are you sure daddy?" Christina said with one last glimmer of hope in her eyes.
"Go to school sweetie, it's your last chance to remember your school before you go out into the real world," I said as I watched her jump out of my jeep with a slight look of disappointment on her face.
I watched her walk up to the school door to make sure that she was in safely when I found myself slightly aroused. I shrugged it off to the lack of sex with my wife as she has been sick with the flu for the last week and a half.
I drove to work and parked my Jeep in the lot behind the building today instead of in the garage. I went in and sat down at my desk hoping that I would have something to do today besides being bored.
"Good morning Jacob," Steve said as he passed my desk with a cup of fresh coffee in his hand.
"Good morning Steve," I replied as he disappeared around the corner and out of sight.
The morning was slow and boring. I finished all of my menial tasks and had nothing left to do. I seemed to be staring at the clock wishing I was at home and bored when I got up and went down to the cafeteria to see what they had for lunch today.
"Same shit they have everyday," I mumbled to myself as I turned around to go back to my desk.
Along the way I stopped at the coffee machine and poured myself a cup of coffee. I went back to my desk and sat down hoping that a few hours had passed. One look at the clock told me otherwise as it was only eleven thirty. As I sat there pondering what I wanted to do this weekend, something my daughter said to me this morning came to my mind.
"I'll cut school and you can cut work today and we can go do something wild and crazy," my daughter said to me right before she went to class.
A smile came across my face as I have never missed any work in my life, but today that streak was going to end. I put away my papers and walked into Steve's office.
"Steve, I'm not feeling well, I'm going to take the rest of the day off," I said as I produced a fake cough.
I was looked at with stern disapproval before Steve finally uttered "Oh all right go on get out of here."
I went back to my office and picked up a couple of papers I needed before walking out into the parking lot. I was surprised by how warm it was as it was the second day of June. Looking up into the sky I noticed that there wasn't a cloud in sight and that it was going to be a beautiful day.
I unlocked my Jeep and climbed in behind the wheel. I started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. I drove down the road somehow managing to catch every red light. I turned the stereo on and listened to some country music in order to pass the time.
Along the way I couldn't help but wonder what I would be doing when I got home. I knew there were a lot of things I needed to do but didn't want to do. I finally turned down my street. I pulled up in front of my house and walked across the front yard to the porch. I opened the mail box and pulled the mail out and leafed through the pile of envelopes in search of bills. I unlocked the house and walked in.
I set the mail down on the coffee table in the living room and proceeded into the kitchen. I turned the faucet on and filled a glass up with water and downed it quickly.
"Ahhhhhhh," I said as I set the glass down on the counter before turning around and slowly walking toward the stairs leading up to the bedrooms.
As I slowly began to ascend the stairs I pulled at my tie around my neck. I pulled the one end through the knot and left it hanging around my neck. As I reached the top of the stairs something startled me.
Someone just walked into my bedroom and it looked like my wife. I heard the bedroom door close so I quickly and quietly tip toed up to my own bedroom. From the sight of my wife I knew she must have been feeling better as she was wearing her seven inch platform heels, the ones that are clear and completely open.
