Kim finished her cigarette and flicked it off into the yard. Jack decided to let it go and not yell at her to pick it up and dispose of it properly. Then Carl did the same thing.
Jack let out a resigned sigh, "You two feel better now?"
Kim just bobbed her head up and down. Carl said "Actually now I'm beat. Think I'm going to take a piss then hit the road."
"Why don't you just crash here man, you're drunk and as much as I don't like you, I don't really want you killing anyone. Even yourself," Jack said, half kidding.
"That's sweet of you darling," Carl answered, making his way back inside.
"You'd think a guy would be a little nicer after you let your daughter swallow his cum," Jack said to Kim.
"Yeah," was all she said, quietly.
Jack slipped off his shoes and rolled up his pants. Then he threw off his socks and went to sit next to the teenaged girl. Jack bit back a yelp as he realized how cold the water still was.
"You OK kid? You seem down all of a sudden," Jack asked with genuine concern.
Kim looked at him and smiled, "I'm very good, just buzzed and frustrated."
"Frustrated-?", Jack trailed off.
"Sexually. Seems my friend passed out and the horn ball left, and now it's just us," Kim answered.
"What's wrong with just us?" Jack asked as he pushed a hair out of her eyes.
"Nothing. I mean you're a cool guy. Just a bit too good. Like you're probably about to tell me it's my bedtime and shit," Kim said.
"I'm not your dad, you can stay up as late as you want."
Kim looked into Jack's eyes, "I wish you were."
"Nah, I'm not a very good dad. Were you inside earlier? Actually a really bad dad," Jack said with nervous laughter.
"Whatever. Emily won't remember anything, and it was sexy as hell. Too bad we didn't get to finish," Kim gave Jack a wishful look.
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