These are the Roo Tales - a collection of stories written for, and inspired by, my beautiful online daughter Roo. Roo is of course 18.
Roo Tales - The Quiz
Question 4 - How much pocket money does your Dad give you?
a) Under £5 a week b) More than £5 a week c) As much as I need
Hmm.
Roo wrinkled her nose and ticked one of the boxes. We were passing time on a train to Scotland - an otherwise empty first class carriage was making the 5 hours more comfortable, although for some reason Roo had decided to lay on the seat with her legs draped over my lap as she read the questions from Heat or Nutz or Twatz - whatever this week's 'indispensable guide to the lives of tedious nonentity celebrities' was called. We were doing "How great is your Daddy?"
Surprisingly, the quiz had failed to fully grab my attention and my mind was flicking between the countryside and Roo's legs. I had chosen to awkwardly hold onto her foot rather than plump for the more natural option of resting my hand on her bare thigh. Nonetheless the position was slightly uncomfortable for various reasons.
I found myself wishing trains still made that noise from the bygone days of steam. How nice it would be to let one's mind wander to the curiously reassuring rhythm. "de de de da! de de de da! Look at that cow, there in the field, your daughter's bare legs NO! Over the points, chug a chug chug, chicken and chips, your daughter's bare -
Dad?
Sorry...what?
Question 7. On a train to Scotland you notice your father sneaking furtive glances up your skirt. Do you:
a) Do nothing b) Stop the train and storm off vowing never to speak to him again c) Wriggle slightly in your position allowing him to get a better view of your white knickers
I blushed crimson. Caught red handed! Ah well at least she hadn't opted for b. I caught her eye and she gave me a wink. I'd got away with it, thank God.
Something had been happening between Roo and me lately. Little exchanges, glances, smiles at breakfast. I guessed she was practising her flirting technique on the only man available in her day to day life. There was only one male teacher at her all girls school, and she had pretty much rejected the lanky young idiots who loitered awkwardly in the shopping centre making lewd noises like the ignorant pigs they were. She was a stunner that's for sure. I was dreading the day she brought home some hopelessly unsuitable - oh!
Roo had turned the page of her magazine. As part of the process she had wriggled slightly in her position and allowed me to get a better view of her white knickers. The whole movement seemed so natural and unforced I wondered for a moment whether she was even aware. She had pulled the magazine up to cover her face to avoid eye contact.
As I drank in the beautiful sight - the legs slightly parted, the skirt ridden up to her waist on one side, the perfect mound of her young vagina flimsily protected by the thin white material, the contours of her nicely puffy lips clearly apparent as her hips tilted towards me - I found myself not sure what to do. I mean if she genuinely hadn't noticed then it would be wrong of me to -, yet if she was expecting me to somehow respond...