I looked around at the usual set of suspects….mainly my daughter’s along with the usual companions being my daughter’s friends….including little miss *Indian giver* Reagan.
I was still half way down the stairs to come down to main floor of the house as I stopped to see so many girls in my house.
I swear I’m still not used to having so many females in my house without wanting to chase one of them. I mean I *should* be used to having at least six females at all times with my daughter’s living with me **BUT** I still can’t shake the fact that **ALL** of them were age…..and I hadn’t really aged. Well not physically aged.
And ALL their looks at me told me something…..something was in the air.
But *what*?
I lightly probed the sudden shift from whatever they were talking about to me as I lightly chuckled, “How’s it going girls?”
Crickets.
I could have heard a pin drop in the room.
I looked down to make sure I wasn’t wearing my loose pajama bottoms and my dick wasn’t hanging out….again.
I spoke, “OOoookkkkk……”
I moved down the stairs as all the eyes kept on me as I finally landed onto the main floor. I continued to speak, “What’s going on?”
I looked around not sure what to expect of the sudden awkwardness.
I looked at my blunt one, “Nicole. What’s going on?”
Nicole looked at me and I could tell she was irritated about something but answered me, “Did you **REALLY** just try to blackmail Reagan?”
**CRAP!!!**
I instantly looked at Reagan who had a smug smile on her face obviously trusting her friendship with my daughter to get out of whatever blackmail I had planned for her.
*Looks like the jig is up.*
I looked at Nicole and flatly spoke, “Yes I did.”
I could tell she was about to literally berate me but I interjected, “**She’s** the one who went snooping in **MY** room.”
Mackenzie spoke just as flatly as I did, “But you could have simply given her her panties back *Dad*.”
I looked at Mackenzie, “And give back the **gift** you **all** decided to bestow on me?”
Nicole growled, “AS A JOKE!!!”
Mackenzie added, “That **you** got us back on.”
Savanna spoke, “As you numbered the panties.”
Heather added, “Before you started fucking Lola and her *daughter* Maxine.”
I looked at ALL my girl’s, “SO *what* I’m supposed to give back **ALL** the panties **YOU ALL** ***GAVE*** ME? Because you **all** believe I’m now taken?”
ALL the girl’s answered in unison, “YES!!!”
Then came the different answers like *It was my most comfortable pair*, *They were expensive*, *And cute*, and others that I really didn’t think about but was a **valid** argument *Do you really want your **daughter’s** underwear?*.
I growled but sighed in reluctance as I spoke out loud, “***FINE!!!***”
I stormed up to my room a little irritated that **my** *plans* for Reagan had been foiled as I was actually looking forward to *torturing* and *teasing* Reagan. Along with maybe having fun with the other girl’s that actually notated in their panties to give them a call.
I went into my room and closet. I pulled the bundle of panties that had been hiding in one of my drawers.
I walked into my room and **was** about to storm back down onto the main floor when an *idea* hit me.
I set the bundle of female unmentionables on my bed and quickly tossed the underwear’s that didn’t have a phone number on them. Then I programmed my phone with each number that I found on the underwear and simply programmed each number with the panties number and took a picture of the pair so I could program my phone properly until I knew which pair was associated with who.
It only took me about five minutes to program my phone with the eight numbers. Looks like ALL the friends were generous with their phone numbers.
I smiled and decided that my **new** *plan* might work better.
Feeling somewhat satisfied that this whole endeavor wasn’t for nothing….now.
I was still irritated but now I had a new avenue.
But I still have **ONE** problem now with my *new* avenue…..my daughter’s. Don’t want a repeat performance *if* one of the girl’s runs to my daughter’s to protect them.
Plus I NOW need to be a little more sneaky….and maybe a little more elaborate in my planning.
Like my video system wasn’t elaborate already though it’s taking ***FOREVER*** to get the results I need in order to find my *spy(s)*.
*SIGH*
I made it down to the main floor and put the bundle of fabric on the table and stepped back as I said, “There you all go *Indian Givers*.”
I watched as each girl quickly grabbed their underwear and mentally notated which girl grabbed which underwear as I notated the pairs in my phone.
Pretty sure I had Reagan’s number confirmed as she grabbed the pair I mentally focused on.
She will be my first *victim*…..after I deal with my daughter’s.
I looked at all the girls pretending to be irritated, hiding my *new* intentions, “There everyone has their underwear?”
I watched as each girl nodded in confirmation though I didn’t look towards my bookworm as she had already confirmed she doesn’t wear underwear so I wasn’t really surprised when she didn’t get up to retrieve her underwear.
Still not sure how I feel about knowing my girl is a commando girl.
I watched them nod with their own version of a smug smile that they won this particular battle….though they had no idea the war they had started in my mind as I silently vowed that I *will* do something about their unusual way to **tease** me.
I thought *yeah just wait girl’s*.
I looked around and pretended to still be irritated as I looked at Nicole, “Let me know when dinner is ready. I’m going to go hide in my man cave.”
I turned to walk as one of the girl’s, obviously overzealous in their combined win, “Are we sore that you didn’t **CALL** on us?”
Another laughed, “Yeah or are you mad that you can no longer sniff our scents?”
I stopped and couldn’t believe they had just lobbed a challenge…..to **me**.
It took everything I had to not turn and yell at them but heard one of my girl’s whisper, “Careful Natalie you **don’t** want to challenge our **DAD**.”
I heard the girl scoff, “Please like he *would* ruin **his** *relationship* with you if he goes after **any** of us.”
I heard Mackenzie speak, “Yes he HAS promised us he WON’T go after any of you.”
I smiled as they were right.
Then came the bookworm who pointed out the obvious as she spoke flatly, “But he didn’t promise to **NOT** come after any of you at all *especially* seeing how I imagine **ALL** of *you* put your **PHONE NUMBERS** on your underwear meaning **YOU ARE GOING AFTER HIM**.”
And just like that the room got quiet.
Before I walked into my man cave I heard Mackenzie speak, “You’re fucked Reagan.”
I smiled as I thought **YES…..YES YOU ARE.**
As I walked into my room I thought an addition as I thought *Well not yet but soon you will sing a different tune.*
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Damn no indian waffles.
Damn the suspense is killing me