<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8d/ChristopherTaylor2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Christopher Taylor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Taylor Cabin<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mina, Paige<br/><br/>Despite himself, their father felt almost like he was intruding on something--like he had walked in on one of his girls masturbating.  It wasn't exactly<em>wrong</em>, per se; but it was an awkward situation for everybody involved.<br/><br/>Except Mina, it seemed.  He stooped automatically to pick up the towel rack, to put it back on the wall; but before he could do so, she had arisen out of the Jacuzzi, water dripping from her smooth, pale, streamlined form, creating puddles upon the bathroom floor, and was stalking him rather like--almost<em>exactly</em>like--a tiger stalking its prey.<br/><br/>"Daddy it erm isn't what it looks like..."  That was Paige, sharing his embarrassment.<br/><br/>"It's<em>exactly</em>what it looks like, Daddy."  That was Mina.   He lifted his gaze to hers, and to his credit, they barely lingered on her small, firm breasts.  His pulse hammered like tympanis in his eardrums.  He could barely put together a coherent thought.  The situation was bizarre; it was surreal.  His mouth opened, as if to say something, but no words came out.<br/><br/>When Mina took his hand, he did not resist.  He did not pull away.  He simply stared at his daughter, as if trying to decipher her meaning.   Opposing emotions warred and skirmished for control of his features.   He looked over her shoulder, at Paige, his expression inscrutable.  His mouth opened, as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.<br/><br/>He took one small step forward.  And then another.