The van had been slow to stop and Dave had a habit of racing it down the freeway. Since the van was over a decade old it made Jim afraid, to an extent, that Dave was going to hit some one in the rear. Each time Dave was driving the freeway, Jim tended to feel comfortable. Each time Dave would slow down behind a car he would seem to slide or roll so close to the back of the vehicle in front of the van until Jim could read the fine print on the car or trucks license plate tag. Jim felt like he had volunteered for a ride at an amusement park.
It was early morning and Dave was driving to Cleveland to check on the properties he had there. Jim had asked Dave to drop him off at Beth's on the way to Cleveland. Jim had called Beth and she had agreed that he could be there early and Dave could drop him off at her home. Beth would then take him home. Her only objection was that she had to speak to her father on some personal business. She had promised to leave the door unlocked. "You need to take the next ramp," Jim told Dave as they neared the Portage Trails exit. "You can drop me off a few blocks from her if you want. I can walk from here," Jim offered as he turned onto Portage Trails.
"That's okay Jim," Dave said as he soared on past the area Jim had said he could drop him at.
A moment later Jim watched as Dave drove off. He turned and looked at the house and swallowed hard. He wondered if he was putting his hope and trust wrongly in this woman. If she had fangs, he was bearing his throat for a deadly blow. He had not ejaculated during sex with the woman and did not want to do so until he was certain that he wanted to risk a physical attraction influencing his feelings toward her improperly. He had never met a woman like her. She was awesome, though she had her problems. He had already decided that the next time they were intimate he would be trying to ejaculate. She had already begun making comments about him not ejaculating in her when they had sex like he was not finding her attractive. That had started to hurt him when he made love to her and looked into her eyes. He opened the door and went inside with Chester coming along behind him.
"I was wondering if you would be here yet," Beth said walking into the kitchen where he met her with a hug and a kiss. "I know you have a problem with me going to see my dad but he does not ask much. I just have to talk to him is all. If you cannot accept that then I guess you cannot accept me."
"Whoa," I said holding my hands up in modest surrender. "Where did all of that come from? I never said anything. In fact, I am one of those people that believe parents always have respect due them and association is important. So where did all of this come from?"
"I just want you to understand that my father does not ask much of me and I don't want him to come between us at all," she said.
Jim had never met the man but it was becoming obvious by the woman's facial expressions that she had some abnormal attraction to her father. He had flashing thoughts of possible reasons such as a past sexual relationship when the woman was younger. She had told him that her father had serious drinking problems when she was younger and had beaten her severely so often that she has ran away from home when in her teens to stay with her friend Michelle and the girl's mother. He simply thought it was not right for a woman to speak of her father like that. It reminded him of a documentary he had watched in college in which a woman had a sexual relationship with her father when only a small girl. The attraction continued even when the woman became an adult and she eventually killed her own baby due in part to the treatments she received as a child. "Have you considered if all this is normal because I have no problem with your father or mother," was all he said.
"Then I guess I will be back in a few hours then," she finally said with a warm smile as he walked up to her, gave her a hug and kissed her before looking into her eyes.
"I can wait til you get back," he said. "Is it okay if I watch television or use your computer while you are gone?"
"Sure," she said as she turned to leave the house. A moment later she was backing out of the drive and driving down the road. Jim walked back into the living room and picked up the remote for the television. He turned the television on and scanned the channels. Finding nothing of interest to him, he turned it off. He went into the bedroom and started running scans on the computer. He gradually ended up back in the living room where he relaxed on the couch and began to consider his relationship with the woman. Eventually, thoughts of Beth had put him to sleep.
He woke two hours later. He checked the house but no one else was in the home. He opened the door and took Chester outside on a bathroom call. He then walked around the home before going back inside. He got a soda from the refrigerator and went back to the couch. After another hour passed, he heard a car pull into the drive and got up in time to view Beth getting out of her car. A moment later he heard the side door open and he got up to meet the woman at the door. "So how did it go?" He asked as he took her coat from her shoulders and kissed her.
"It went pretty good," she said as he hugged her from behind and she caressed his arms with her fingertips. "I really cannot tell you what it concerned."
