“Hi Honey,” Frank said, tossing his suit jacket over the back of the kitchen chair and setting his briefcase down. “How my little girl?”

Loosening his tie, he walked up behind her, placing his hands on her bare, sun tanned shoulders. He leaned down and kissed her lightly on the top of her damp head.

“Wha’cha fixin’”, he asked, pulling her back slightly, to look around the side of her head.

His eyes dropped to the cleavage between her breasts. He found that he had been doing that more lately, especially since she wore her swim suit most of the time. He admonished himself, mentally, and looked to see what she was preparing.

“Mmmm, looks good,” he said releasing her shoulders and going to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water.

He leaned against the door as he twisted the top off the bottle, watching her. He really was proud of her, she had turned into a beautiful young woman, not only in looks, but she was probably smarter than half the adults that he knew. Given time and four to six years of college and she’d out do them all. His eyes traced the line of her calf, up past her strong muscular thigh, pausing on her butt, barley covered by her bikini bottoms. He felt himself becoming aroused. His eyes jumped to her face, she had turned and was looking at him, with those beautiful dark eyes of hers. No expression on her face, no smile, no frown. He quickly stepped to the table and sat down.

“Your mother called me at work today,” he began, trying to look anywhere but at her. “Seems they have some kind of ‘lapse of policy’ at some bank in Chicago. She says she has to go out there and figure out what happen. Probably wont be home for another week or so.”

In fact, that didn’t bother Frank at all. He had realized a few years back that he preferred the company of his daughter to his wife. All Betty ever talked about was work anyway, and if she wasn’t talking about it, she was on her lap top doing it.

“Tomorrow is Saturday,” he added looking back at Roxanne, smiling. “You want to do anything special? Go out and play 18 holes, or take a trip somewhere? We could spend the weekend maybe? Whadda ya think.”