Chapter 1

When my wife Ann passed and my stepdaughter Carrie was only 10, I became a single parent. I was thankful that Ann had given her the ‘birds and bees talk’ before the car accident took her from us. I have no idea how I would have handled that. We had a hard time of it, but slowly recovered. When I married her mother Carrie called me “Daddy Mike”, but since the funeral I’ve just been “Daddy.”

I was very shy with women and handled my sexual needs in my daily shower, thinking of my dead wife. Now that I look back and think about it, that seems depressing and grim. My business was doing very well, so money wasn’t a major concern. I hired a nanny to cook and take care of Carrie when I couldn’t, which was most of the time. I made it a firm rule that we spent at least most of Sunday together.

We could have eaten anywhere, but the first time my stepdaughter and I had Sunday breakfast at the diner, our waitress was Louisa. She was remarkably pretty, with a sexy body. She had two long scars on the left side of her face, but the rest of her more than made up for it. She was in her mid-twenties and had the look of a classic Hispanic beaty. I liked her breasts a lot. There were probably a “C” cup, not the massive mounds that most of my friends liked, but nicely rounded and firm. They hardly moved when she walked. Her ass was a little smaller than average but I thought the shape was perfect. She also had full, plump lips, with just the right shade of purple lip gloss.

She was nice to me and leaned over farther than needed a couple of times, so I could see down her blouse. She also ‘accidentally’ dropped something so she could bend over to pick it up, giving me a good look at her legs and the shape of her butt. Our meal was $22, but I gave her a fifty-dollar bill and said “Keep the change”. Louisa smiled and said, “Thanks! Come back soon!”

It became a weekly tradition. We would have a meal at the diner every Sunday, and I would give our pretty waitress a big tip. Of course, she continued to be nice to me, and give me glimpses of what I wanted to see. My nightly shower relief changed from memories of my wife to mental pictures of Louisa. This went on all summer and the first half of the school year, benefitting both Louisa and I.

On the way home one day, I asked Carrie what she thought of our waitress. She said, “She’s really nice, and she has a pretty body and face, like the hookers on TV shows.” I had a very awkward time explaining what hookers really do, why most of them need to do that, and why it’s a bad thing. I also explained that I didn’t think Louisa was like that.

One Sunday we went for breakfast at 9:30, much later than usual. The front of the parking lot was full, so I drove around back. As I parked I saw Louisa come out the back door, take out a long white cigarette, and start to smoke. I didn’t even know what a smoke fetish was, but I suddenly started getting erect, just watching Louisa suck on a cigarette. I told Carrie to go in and find us a table. I sat and watched Louisa smoke a little. She looked over toward me and I waved. She waved back. She continued to smoke, and I watched her take a few more puffs. She noticed me staring and giggled a little. I mentally forced my dick to soften, thinking of repulsive things like dirty trash cans and politicians. After a minute or so, I was able to go walk inside. Carrie and I had a nice meal. I gave Louisa a hundred and told her to “Keep the change”.

After that I was careful to arrive at the restaurant at 9:30, sent Carrie inside to find a table, and watched Louisa smoke. Each week Louisa got a $78 tip. I’ve heard that was enough to get me a blowjob at a lot of places but seeing such a beautiful woman indulge my fetish was more than worth it.

The nanny who took care of Carrie got married and left town, and I had a Hell of a bad time finding a replacement. None of the daycare places would take kids over age 10. All the babysitters I could find were in high school and only wanted to work a few hours two or three times a week. I ended up with three babysitters who showed up when they wanted. I needed to run home from work, watch Carrie for an hour, go back and work 2 hours, run home before the first sitter left, then run back to work again when the other sitter arrived. It seemed that every few weeks one of the babysitters would change her hours too. It was chaos.

One day at work I got a call from the school. “There’s been an incident involving Carrie. Nobody is sick or injured but it’s important, please come right away.” I left work, of course, and drove to the school like a maniac. I got pulled over by a cop who took his sweet old time writing me a ticket for going 16 over the speed limit. I didn’t care much about the $200 fine, but he took 15 minutes and my kid needed me!

Three blocks down the street, I saw a car by the side of the road with steam and smoke pouring out of the engine. A woman in a white blouse and black skirt was sitting on the curb behind the car. As I got closer I could see just a bit of the red panties under her skirt.

I stopped and got out. It was Louisa! She took a puff on her cigarette as I walked up to her. I could see she had been crying a lot. Her makeup was streaked and smeared. Before I could say anything she started venting her problems, “This is the worst week ever! On Monday my boyfriend ran off with some little PUTA! Today, I spilled a plate of food on the mayor and got fired! Immigration wants me to go see them next month! My rent is due Monday and I don’t have the money! My step-daughter Drina is in trouble at school, and now this!” She tossed a cigarette butt on the street and reached in her pack for another. “And that was my last one! AAAUUUGH!” She hugged me and pressed her face to my chest, smearing makeup on my shirt. Feeling her boobs squeeze against me as we hugged was the closest I’d been to a woman in years. I rocked back and forth a little and patted her back gently to calm her.

I told her, “I’m on the way to the school too, I’ll give you a ride.”

When we got there the vice-principal said, “Since both your daughters are the ones involved, please have a seat in my office.”

“At lunch time, one of the teachers thought they smelled smoke and went to investigate. The teacher found your girls in the facilities shed, smoking cigarettes, with a hand down each other’s pants! Both are suspended from school for five days. Please take them home now.” He led us to another room, where we picked up the girls. I was surprised that at 15 years old, Drina was nearly a head taller and much more developed in the chest and hips, than Carrie was at 14.

They were both sniffling and had obviously been crying. Louisa and I and led them outside by the hands. When we got to my car I asked Carrie, “Did you really do what he said? Were you smoking? Did she have her hand in your pants? Did you like it?”

Carrie nodded several times and kept crying. “She’s popular cause she’s so pretty. I thought it would be great to have a cool older friend. When she led me in the shed, I thought we were just gonna share secrets. I didn’t know she wanted to um ... love me. I didn’t want to disappoint her, so when she gave me a cigarette I tried it. It was horrible! When she put her hand in my pants, I didn’t really want to, but then it started to feel good. I wanted her to feel good too. I’m sorry! So sorry, daddy!”

I didn’t know much Spanish at all, but I heard Louisa say something about “ ... puta mala poquita...” - “ ... bad little whore...” Drina was also crying a lot.

We got in the car and I tried to settle the situation down. “We should pick up something for dinner and go to your place. I’ll call a tow truck for your car from there.”

I stopped at a convenience store. Louisa told the girls, “Sit there, and don’t touch each other until we get back!” I got two frozen pizzas, handed Louisa a hundred-dollar bill, and said, “For cigarettes and whatever you need.” She was nervous and surprised. I explained, “Since you would have gotten a tip from me in a few days anyway.” She kissed my cheek and said, “Thank you!”

I checked on the girls as I got in the car. They were sitting quietly in the back seat. When we got to their tiny apartment, I called a tow truck. They would haul Luisa’s car to a garage and call the next day with a repair estimate. While I was on the phone, Louisa had the girls sit quietly on opposite ends of one of the beds. The crappy little apartment didn’t even have a couch! It was clean, but barely bigger than a dorm room.

When I was done on the phone, Louisa asked if we could go somewhere else to talk, their place was too crowded.

“Sure, we’ll go to our house. There’s a lot more space.”

Louisa took an old, beat-up suitcase from the closet and said, “This could be a long talk, and I have to look for a job in the morning.” She started packing up a few clothes and had Drina bring a bag too.

When we got to my house, Louisa and Drina were impressed. I have a nice 5,500 square foot, three-story house, with 2 master and 4 common bedrooms, 4 and a half baths, 6 car garage, pool, and a two-bedroom guest house. Unlike what most people called a ‘McMansion’, it was on a large yard with woods in the back, 40 acres in all. My late wife and I bought it shortly after we got married. We were hoping to have a big family.

They smiled as they saw the art on my walls, and the nice furniture. I led them to the living room, and had the girls sit on opposite sides of the room. I told them, “We’ll have dinner in an hour. Sit there, and no talking until then! If you like doing things that don’t make sense, you’ll enjoy this.” I turned the TV on, switched to the news in German, and turned it up loud. Neither of them knew German, so to them it was just a loud, annoying noise.

I walked out in the back yard with Louisa and had a seat at one of the three patio tables. “Feel free to smoke out here.” I put an old ceramic flowerpot on the table as an ashtray. “What should we do with those two?”

She lit a cigarette. I made a strong effort not to watch and get side-tracked. We thought awhile, and Louisa had an idea. “When mamma caught me kissing a boy when I was fourteen, she made me strip and go around the house naked all night. I was so terribly ashamed I never forgot it. I didn’t touch another boy until I was 17. When she caught me drinking beer with a friend, she made me drink five beers as fast as I could and I got sick. After that, I didn’t have another drink until I was 20. We should make them strip to shame them and make them smoke so much they get sick.”