Driving home, Carl was torn between shock and confusion. Kathy? Sex? There was no way to pretend that Barb had otherwise referred. Barb would have kept back on thoughts not nailed enough. She wouldn’t have run away projecting adolescent fantasies. He talked to Andrea and Kathy wouldn’t lie to his best friend. Barb had spoken with the awareness that such things happen. Why shoot the messenger?

Fathers can’t think about these things about their baby, can they? It’s not natural. Well, maybe it’s biologically natural, but it shouldn’t happen. That’s not fair! Everyone knows. It’s really wrong to have sex together. Sex is something…

Nothing would have happened because Carl knew it wasn’t fair.

It’s so complicated. Sex is something…

Of course, Kathy might feel ready to become a woman (a superficial vision of it, however, recognized, but she is only 14), but why should not wrestling happen with a 16-year-old boy with a driving license? You answered it before you finished the question. The child believes in himself, in a future. He’d look at the relationship. He probably saw beyond what a 16-year-old could come back. Of course, he knew it, sooner or later he would have gone to a backseat mentality, but maybe he wasn’t going to hurry it.

What would you see in him? Well, a father he trusted. He probably found out he could flirt with him, he could get his attention. He noticed his look when he flew into a towel. He knew he’d smile after he planted his good morning kiss. Of course, she admitted, she saw someone who in turn saw her as a young woman.

Was it good for you? Of course not, as he saw too much of him. But then, how would it be nice to get into your equation? She was safe.

At dinner that night was exactly the same. No fluttery eyes or comments on being afraid of the dark. Conversation round the school choir. He wanted to go out. Fair enough, he realized; he was making more of his decisions.

But watching Kathy eat peas and chatting about auditions for Junior Rally next year, she saw things she had never noticed before – the vibrancy, the sweetest smile, the fullest face, the necklace. Shoot, he admitted, he saw someone who in his school days would want to know better.

When he took a second help of fried onions, he saw the cup of his bra. He probably saw his daughter’s bra that morning, but he didn’t really see it. It was nothing like that. Now it was very imagined, a very nice bra.

No, she said she didn’t give him an erotic feeling. Her breasts were beautiful, that was all. He was his father, like Barb said. He looked again; he looked more round, fuller than once. If he brushed against her while cleaning the table, it would be soft.

It was soft.

And this was the first night.

The four weeks rolled up, Kathy every day giving more signals. He tried not to see, but here they are! Not that he hadn’t noticed the emergence of Kathy before, but his sexuality was now so obvious. Not only his femininity, he realized, but his playful opening with it for him.

At least he had a friend to help him deal with him. Speak a little and it’s easier to have a perspective. If only Barb could tell him how to stop him, Barb stopped, “Let me think it myself. Butt in her world, tell her what not to think, spook her and you know the rest – a pimple face with a blister on her dick! Save your rash for me, man. I have time and, what’s important, I care. "

“She’s kissing me different at breakfast. I feel it. You know it’s not gonna happen, Barb.

“The language? Hardly, right?” Barb responding while he was prone to doing. “Maybe he’s just getting bigger lips or something. Sometimes children become bigger. Kiss her like a father should. Brush your teeth first, though. "

“Leave your panties at the top of the laundry pile!” He did not add to notice which color he chose when he revealed above the back of the belt. Today was his pale blue. He was reaching grapefruit juice when he saw.

“So throw the laundry in the car. If you know how to say, though, her panties might say where she is with her pills. "

Like you said, Carl asked me, but he didn’t ask. He couldn’t see anything different.

“It doesn’t even hold the bra for half the time. "

Barb looked at him. “So say: ‘Hey, girl, let me walk around with my belt?’ God no! Don’t stop your nose down there. "

“Maybe I don’t know how to show her that I love her. He doesn’t want sex to prove it.”

“What I know is you’re the father Kathy needs. "

Once Kathy pretended to steal his hat after training, he grabbed it, and maybe he caught in return. It was an accident, maybe a elbow. But that boy is so smart. He had heard his chest with his forearm, accidentally slipped over and down, but he didn’t tell Barb that part.

“You weren’t hard or something, right?” in Barb’s restless mode, as if they talked about erections before. Of course not. “But then?” he continued. Well, not especially, at first anyway. “It would be as normal as hell,” he concluded, but then added, “More get that way remembering on it,” but not pursue it.

When Carl had swooped too much on the sides (the girls ran 20 times more without such wear), Kathy would rub his neck before dinner. He knew he liked it enough that sometimes he wouldn’t even stick to muscle cramps. Its fingers could relax different layers tendons. Is everything okay?

“Your neck?” Barb twists like a coach. “I’d think. You think I’m thinking of getting down? Once my fingers walk, you’re asking for the map? "

He answered: “Tell me, if Kathy starts being cool, come to me and I’ll hit you for a while.”

A breast sometimes shown when Kathy was wearing pyjamas. Hers was an areola of young women, not enlarged as Wendy’s had become maternity. The biggest diameter for the target of a child, Carl expected, would be the Darwinian explanation. He tried to think about the scientific part.

Barb said Kathy’s tits were totally normal, that this was the age when nipples began to get out more. He noticed that too.

The shower made Kathy mad. He left the door open, suggesting “Sometimes someone has to pee.” Of course he never came in, but he knew the sliding shower wall wouldn’t have darkened much.

When he finally answered: “Papa, is it you?” asked from behind the glass. “All right. It’s miserable,” he said.

He almost got away, but he complained: “I just need to brush my teeth.” He wasn’t going to dwell, even though he had thought enough about Kathy’s dilemma asking him to take his back. He didn’t, thankfully. Although he was far from the partition, he could discern the tones of his figure. It was too vulgar to see, but between the legs it was dark.

“Fuck the door, Dad. It’s cold.” He panicked.

When she admitted the meeting to Barb, she was adamant. “Get your ass out of that bathroom. He’s not safe yet. "

Sometimes father and daughter watched TV – “Mash”, sometimes a movie. If the film had an actor who needed a bare-breasted actress (so why subscription channels made money, Carl guessed), Kathy wouldn’t pretend not to watch while Carl pretended to doze off. It was not porn because perhaps the plot was about the life of a writer, only a life that included breathable fornication. He listened to the sounds, knowing he saw the picture.

“Can you see their organs?” Barb asked, as if the actors played for a church service. No, being Mr. Censor would tell Kathy to look at those X-rated to his friends, Barb accepted. Let the child be honest about his curiosity.

“Barb, it’s weird, but, you know, it’s just me and Kathy in our house. I could be in his room or something. Or she could get into mine. If something like this happened and your pill still doesn’t work… "

“So don’t go there to check his window, or anything,” Barb thought obviously. “Don’t tell her there’s a more comfortable place when you rub your neck. You have a sofa. "

Watching TV together put Carl a less passive challenge. Sometimes Kathy would have gone away, and some of those times would be almost against him.

“Like that time at the hotel, Carl,” Barb recalled, “when you have girls to wake me up. Maybe. I shoved you a little bit for not freaking me out, but honestly, you’re a real gentleman. So be that way with Kathy, okay?

He pointed out that there were no teammates to call.

“Carl, did you touch her?” Just where he was on his side. That’s it? Well, maybe a little more. “Have you reached, perhaps?” No, she was anxious. He did not add how his hand slipped on the sleeve from where it would be so easy to slip into the clavicle. But he wouldn’t. She wasn’t sure how it would be if she was in a button shirt. He figured one or two were canceled.

Barb started when he read Carl’s mind. “He could have woken up! Like she’s asking for sex and waking up with dad crushing his boobs! Damn it. Carl, do you want me to run? Then keep your act together! Don’t scare her! You could go to jail and get your ass fucked!”

Barb was upset, he could say. He told him he knew he’d end up doing it, and here he found out how right it was. Is she surprised? It seemed strange to Carl, but not up on his list “to solve”.

But Barb was there for more than one guide to not be seduced.

When Carl felt completely confused he was when Barb made his best coach. It was usually quite simple. “Women get frustrated. Men get frustrated. Same thing. We got it. We need to clear our systems. Shit, if you and I decided to be lovers, that’s what we would do. But we have the limits on which we agreed. You and Kathy. She’s not ready yet, the pill. Think about it again, but maybe more alone. Shit, that’s how we’re connected. Don’t tell me shit, okay, but just bang the eye or something, so I’ll know. "

The two managed a smile. Barb added: “You’re not going blind or anything.”

FIRST

“Carl, we need to talk.” Coach and Assistant Coach were on the sideline, watching girls run their last round. They trained well.

This was playoff time, Carl knew. Barb didn’t want to talk about a football game. Kathy was ready to overcome her, her choice was too obvious. But himself? It wasn’t about being able or wanting it. God, he wanted! He went to sleep too many nights photographing Kathy. He’d take it to the couch. He stripped. Naked, she crawled on her womb, in front of her pressing breast, the virginity she gave, closing around him. He’d be in charge, like Barb said. When her seed finally satisfied her, they kissed. Carl would go away. Having done a good job. His being so happy!

But he still wanted Barb to stop. To give him the insurance he will do well, be a loving father. Tell him it’s for Kathy. Barb knows.

“I’m ready,” he accepted. “I love the baby, but I also needed these weeks to get here. As you said, I’ll let her set our pace. Maybe we start pampering. "

Barb spoke slowly. “Carl, it’s like weed is listening. Can we go somewhere?

“Yes. Not on the field.” The two greeted the team and sat down. “It’s time, right? He told Andrea it’s time.”

“No, Carl. It’s not.”

“No? "

“He stopped the pill and didn’t sleep with you.”

“Is it not?” Carl felt the void before he could deny it. Didn’t he?

Barb took his hand to warm her up. “You know he’s too young. "

He’s almost 15 years old. Many countries, that’s when they get married!”

“Well, it’s not there, I guess.” Barb rubbed the back of the knuckles. “Are you okay? "

“I believe,” a mule.

“You think. Carl, damn it, you think? Look at me! You’re ready to cry!”

“No, I’m not. "

“Well, you’re stupid and you’re like a statue. You want Kathy to take you down on your damn couch! You think he wasn’t anywhere? "

“I don’t know… She’s just so ready. "

Like I woke him up. “How who seduces who? "

“Do you still love me? "

“Wait. She’s not ready. Maybe he should wait for someone of his age,” Barb suggested. “Sex doesn’t work, it’s normal shit, Carl.”

“Oh, God, Barb. It worked, Kathy and I together.

“Oh, man,” he heard his moaning. But he didn’t leave his hand.

One minute ago he was building a life around Kathy. Maybe it would be weird, father and daughter living together, but people would get used to it. They would have their two rooms. Maybe they could have a baby and say he adopted it or something. Consumption would lead to everything.

Nothing now. When she divorced, she had at least one child to plan for. What now? A teenager who gives him a kiss of flight and escapes to rally practice.

“As if it was just suddenly?” Barb interrupted his thoughts. “But Carl, it’s not over if there’s still a friend.”

He looked closer at his partner. She was close. It’s you. You were with me,” he understood. Somehow, she looked like Kathy, too.

“Kathy is the one who did the job, who you almost made love to. You have to make love, Carl, a lover, always. Yeah. I’m not Kathy, but it’s me.”

It’s you.

A kiss was like they sealed it.

Barb looked up, then behind, “Look there, Carl. See that basketball? He looked. “You know, Carl, my father was my basketball coach.” He thought of a moment. “And Mrs. Griffin, we called her Claire, she was her assistant. So it was different from now, but it was the same.

“And I loved my father. I always did. Maybe it was a stupid decision, but maybe not. Anyway, it was my choice. Shit, after which I made my way from every border there was ever, but at least I knew it.

And yes, dad and Claire must be lovers. Must have been at a barbecue or something I saw them wandering around the garage and I knew it as shit. Here they are, holding their hands, just like us. I’ve got skedaddled. I already knew the rest. Claire is my stepmother now,” which illuminates the result.

“Every way, as I said,” Barb returned to the most personal, “I pissed things off for me, he didn’t understand the limits. We always have them.” He raised his hand and showed him his eyes. “But a few feet wide, maybe? "

Carl thought. “How do I know? "

“I’m not your coach, maybe a partner.”

Carl nodded, stopped and squeezed his hand. “Why me?”

“Because we’ve been teammates for a long time, good teammates.” He had always loved the way he laughed, no longer expected him to do, but he asked perhaps more than he sometimes felt.

“But,” almost forgetting Kathy, “you’ve never seen me play.”

“Then we only make an attempt,” leaning the hand behind the elbow and looking around. “Maybe not here. "

Without allowing to doubt his instinct, “One-on-one?” his decision.

Barb reached behind him, as if for some unseen object, and Carl remained like his breast drugs through his arm. “Cook! We had that damn border somewhere, but he just ran away. I think he’ll show up, you think?”, he explained, he doesn’t need an answer.