Chapter 91: Frank, Grandpa

Mark

I came back home to a scene of abject distress. Regina sat on the couch, and it was not hard to see that something was utterly wrong – she was fully clothed and bawling her eyes out. Jenny, back from her test ride, tried to calm her down, but upon seeing me, she plucked Feli from my arms and left towards our place.

“This is adult shit,” she said while passing me and clutching my daughter to her chest. “You sort that out among yourself.”

It took me a while to get something out of Regina. Between hysterical crying, begging forgiveness and trying to explain what had happened, I finally worked out that she had apparently given Lydia a slightly too detailed report of the day’s events, and had gotten a right ol’ bollocking from Meri for insinuating I would body-paint Jenny and she was blamed for me potentially going back into my shell again, putting restrictions on Jenny.

I whipped out my phone and called Meri.

“Put me on speakers,” I demanded without as much as a greeting when she had answered the call.

“Done,” Meri answered and I could hear the apprehension in her voice.

“Congratulation folks,” I said with sarcasm oozing from my voice. “Jenny just had to bring my daughter to safety so we can sort this out. Yes, Regina made a mistake, but not out of malice. How I react to that is my decision, I don’t need you interfering with it. You better concentrate on kicking some Russian and Norwegian asses tomorrow, are we clear?”

“Aye sir!” came the uniform reply via the phone.

“And Meri,” I continued. “You better prepare your ass when you come home, because I will be having it while you give Regina the pussy licking of her life to make amends for that pointless bollocking you administered. Love you all, kick butt tomorrow.”

With that I hung up on them.

Regina

Well, the first one who got her ass kicked was I, or more precisely, slapped. With Jenny and Feli sleeping at Mark and Lydia’s place, we had perfect privacy and Mark spanked the hell out of me while also giving me an anal seeing-to. As far as ‘punishments’ went, I could definitely get used to that. It was an exhilarating experience. Unfortunately that meant I would have to wear yoga pants, because my ass looked as red as a baboon’s and I didn’t want to have to answer any curious questions from Jenny. Although not necessary, I had put in a panty liner too, so she would just assume I had gone on my period.

Mark and Jenny did their morning run, and with the temperature outside saying seventeen degrees centigrade, unusual but not unheard off in early November, Jenny had cited their ‘deal’ and had run naked, despite the fact that it was drizzling slightly. Considering how badly she was shivering upon her return, I gathered, she wouldn’t ride the semantics of their deal again in the future.

“How long are those school holidays of yours?” Mark asked. It was Monday and she wasn’t in school.

“Only this week remaining,” she reported dutifully.

“Right. Then you can choose. You’re helping your mom with the house work, or you’ll go to Berlin with me. I need to buy a few things.”

“Such a difficult decision,” Jenny muttered, pretending to think hard. “Washing the dishes or take a ride to Berlin...”

“Knock it off,” I said with a chuckle and gave her slap on the buttocks. “But the shirt stays on.”

“Sure mom,” Jenny replied and followed Mark out the door.

Mark

“What are we buying in Berlin?” Jenny asked as we turned onto the on-ramp of the Autobahn.

“Paper, colors, organic thinner, a few new brushes and pencils,” I listed from memory. I did of course have a whole laundry list written down in my briefcase.

“That sounds like you’re doing body-paintings again,” Jenny guessed.

“Yes and some painting on wood too. I’m designing a new helmet and overall for you, and the livery for Matt’s car next year.”

There was a moment of silence during which Jenny processed my words.

“That’s what the bust-up was about yesterday, wasn’t it? Mom thought you would paint my body.”

“Yep,” I replied neutrally.

“Bollocks,” Jenny swore. “You wouldn’t even give me a good-night kiss if I put a gun to your head – on the nose at best. Mom should really have known that.”

“It was just a momentary lapse. She didn’t mean to accuse me of anything,” I defended Regina.

“But it hurt you,” Jenny insisted. “I’m serious. I can see it in your eyes, every time, that you feel guilty when you just accidentally brush against my arm when I’m not wearing anything.”

“Well, you got that right,” I confessed.

“Have you ever thought about that it might hurt me in turn too?” she asked me in a serious tone.

“What do you mean?”

“Dad, I’m not a leper, just because I like to run around naked. Nobody asks you to grope my breasts. Matt would kill you anyway. But seriously, half my classmates are still getting a goodnight kiss from both their parents. You give one to Feli, but not to me. I’m really glad you finally relaxed a bit, but sometimes you still act around me as if you go straight to jail if you accidentally touch my hand.”

“Please give me some time, honey,” I said.

“What you are really afraid of is getting a stiffie isn’t it?” she accused me point blank.

“Jenny,” I said with a gasp. “Do you want us to have a crash?”

“No, and you won’t crash. You’re just trying to evade the answer.”

“Okay,” I relented. “As your mother would remind you now, it is called ‘an erection’, and damn right, I’m scared witless of reacting that way. In case you’ve missed it – You’re becoming a woman more and more every day. Case in point: I will use Nadja as a body double for you when I design the overall.”

“We were taught in biology that it is an involuntary reaction,” Jenny insisted. “Stop worrying about everything. I know you won’t to anything wrong. I just want to be able to give you a hug, without you being scared of some reaction you can’t control anyway. If anything, isn’t that technically a compliment for my appearance?”

“Helluva a way to make compliments,” I said, feeling a massive blush on my cheeks.

“It would be the most honest one,” Jenny said with a giggle. “Everybody can tell me I’m sexy without meaning it. But your body doesn’t lie. The important part is that I can trust you not to act on it. And besides, mom would be only too happy to take care of any excitement.”

“Christ almighty, Jenny, you have a way of making a grown man blush,” I said.

“Only practicing for when Matt arrives,” she said, snickering. “I bet you, that boy will blush a lot when he comes here.”

“Changing the topic,” I decided. “Do you need anything we can only get in Berlin?”

“Nothing I can think of. But, I don’t know if that’s possible, I’d really like to meet my granddad one day. I don’t care that the law says you aren’t my real father, you are my dad, and that means I also have a granddad.”