went to the bead surfed for a while, then

caught up with some buddies at the malt shop. Mom was home by the

time I returned.

Dammit, I thought to myself, there goes my fun with dad.

But then the ph. Mom was busy i and asked if I’d

get it. It was Dad, calling from work!

“Hi, son,” he said, speaking softly.

“Hi Dad … Mom’s home.”

“Damn, I was afraid she might be. Listen, son — I gotta work late anyway,

they’ve moved the big presentation forward. It’s just gonna be me here at

the office ’til about eight or nine o’clock, but everyone else will be gone

by seven. You get my drift, son?”

“Do I ever, Dad,” I said, barely able to tain my excitement. There

was somethira-special about fooling around with Dad at his office.

Maybe it was the risk, however slight, of being caught.

“That hardon you gave me never went down, son,” said Dad, whispering

now. “I’ve got the door locked and I’m wha’ it.”

I blew out my cheeks. I could feel my heart race. “Oh boy, Dad…”

“This is serious. I could blow any sed.”

“Don’t, Dad — hold back.” I was whispering too, cupping my hand

over the receiver. “Wait for me, Dad, we’ll cum together if you hold

off that long.”

“It’ll be murder but worth the wait,” he said. “OK, son, it’s a date. You

just tell Mom yoing to see friends and that I’ll be late. e down

to the office about seven-fifteen, you know the doorman.”

“Sure, Dad. See ya then.”

“Oh, and see if you sneak out a coupla bedsheets so we won’t get

the couch all messy.”

“OK — I’ll try!”

“Love you.”

“You too.”（TO BE TINUED）

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