"Do you ever notice Natalie?" my wife asked.
I knew what she meant and if I hadn't known Natalie, our 18-year-old daughter having walked by in jean shorts so short you can see the pockets just a few minutes ago had such 'noticing' fresh in my mind. But I knew the right answer the question.
"I'm her Dad."
"Yeah," she said. "The dad of a fine looking daughter."
She wasn't wrong. With shoulder length brown hair the same color as her mother's and a fast developing body that was all curved lines as if made for speed. Still, I felt like I should be cautious.
"Of course she's attractive," I said, following her into the bedroom. To be honest at that moment I wasn't thinking of my daughter's ass. I was looking at my wife's as she slipped out of her light blue elastic 'mom jeans'. She had wider hips than her daughter and gravity had done its job, but his wife, Katie had a fine figure for a woman her age.
"Have you ever thought about fucking her?"
I couldn't believe she was asking me this. I felt like I might be in trouble. If she was asking, maybe she'd found something. Some sort of evidence. What could she have?
"Katie, that's ridiculous."
"It is?"
"Yes."
"Then why did I find these in our laundry hamper last night?" Katie said as if she'd solved some case. She held in her hands a pair of ladies underwear. White cotton with little blue hearts on them. And now I knew what she had.