OOC:
James Tucker
42
My daughter was returning from a trip to her mom's place.
We were always close, but whenever she returned she seemed
particularly affectionate. She was a late bloomer, but had grown
into womanhood in the last year. I noticed, but kept my eyes to
myself.
The door opened, I went to greet her, and couldn't help notice the
outfit. She was wearing her mom's cheerleader outfit. She had
tried out for her own team, and got on as an alternate, but had only been
in uniform once.
"Welcome home....What's up?"
I paused, realizing that I was...a little bit.
"(umm) with the outfit?"
James Tucker
42
My daughter was returning from a trip to her mom's place.
We were always close, but whenever she returned she seemed
particularly affectionate. She was a late bloomer, but had grown
into womanhood in the last year. I noticed, but kept my eyes to
myself.
The door opened, I went to greet her, and couldn't help notice the
outfit. She was wearing her mom's cheerleader outfit. She had
tried out for her own team, and got on as an alternate, but had only been
in uniform once.
"Welcome home....What's up?"
I paused, realizing that I was...a little bit.
"(umm) with the outfit?"