No matter how many times I look at the properties of that folder the **math** does add up.
Hell looking into the files of the *Solo* folder don’t add up because there sure as hell isn’t 36,000 files in Solo.
And I went looking.
I wasted over three days racking my brain on why the math didn’t add up on Abby’s drive.
And it’s not like I can go to Savanna with the drive or I’d *definitely* tip my hand to what I had.
But for some *odd* reason I was missing 220 folders in the Amateur folder and missing at least 2050 files. And no matter *HOW* many times I looked, I couldn’t find those missing files. Never mind I couldn’t find all 36,000 files in the Solo folder.
It was like those *files* and *folders* were taunting me and it’s not like a computer could **lie** about what resided on the drive?
Right?
It was maddening.
I mopped around the house trying to figure out my new *puzzle* feeling like I was lost.
I mean I could talk to someone about this.
Like George for instance.
Definitely could talk to Lola and Maxine about it. But as soon as I shooed them away their calendar’s suddenly got filled up again and were off pleasing their clients once again. And no telling how long they would be gone *this* time.
And now my house was officially empty again…..well mostly empty.
Nicole had gone off to her photo shoot that she would be gone for at least another four days.
Mackenzie suddenly got called by a high client so her, Reagan, and her other friend that I kept forgetting about Kat had gone off to please their clients as they tease them and would eventually return needing to go to the bank.
Haley was spending the night over at a friend’s house….I think Piper is the usual suspect.
And Heather went off to fight for a client up state so she would be gone for the rest of the week.
So the only people left were Abby….and Savanna.
I mean I could *lightly* ask Savanna if there was a way to *hide* files and if so how would I find them.
It was the only thing that made sense was that the files were hiding.
And I *tried* to google search how to hide files but the how-to I tried didn’t make sense and sure as fuck wasn’t helpful.
I tried the whole properties and unclick the hide option when I clicked the properties on the Amateur folder. But that didn’t do jack.
Then I *tried* selecting ‘*show hidden items*’ in the properties of my file explorer….once again it got me nada.
It was obvious that Abby was ‘*techie*’ enough to hide whatever files she was hiding on the drive or I would have found her secret.
The only secret I uncovered was that she held videos of me masturbating at various angles. Though it was fairly obvious she was the one who installed all the cameras in my room.
I mean how else could she have the files on **HER** drive?
But I didn’t have a single video that **SHOWED** she was the one that installed said camera.
I mean I could reference WHEN the new angle showed up and go to my OLD system to see if it caught someone coming into my room to install the camera.
That was definitely an option.
I think my old system archived video from that long ago so that wasn’t a problem. But knowing my luck….and Abby’s obvious craftiness she would have thought of that and simply deleted the video that showed her going into my room and installing said camera.
I mean up until this point I had trusted my daughter’s with everything and had no reason to doubt their word.
Until my first confirmed spy that is.
Now it feels like I had NO ONE to talk to about this.
And I miss talking to my girl’s about everything….including this.
But how do you talk to your girls about your lustful needs and **IF** they had ever caught you in the act.
That’s definitely an odd conversation and that’s coming from me.
And I could MAKE them talk about it…..but until I have confirmed evidence all I’m sure to get at this moment is clear denial, as shown from our earlier conversations. Still *semi* embarrassed that I accidentally let my dick flop out of my pajamas in front of all their friend’s when I first thought it was one of their friends.
No I need clear evidence that way WHEN I do talk to my girls about this when they *TRY* to deny it I have video evidence that clearly shows the opposite.
I was so focused on my *puzzle* that I clearly didn’t hear our doorbell ring.
I only lightly *knew* about the doorbell because Abby poked her head in my man cave letting me know I had a visitor.
I may or may not have jumped when Abby poked her head in because I was once again looking at the drive trying to figure out how to unhide a hidden file. I quickly closed my laptop as Abby looked at me weird but still told me about **my** visitor.
I smiled and thanked Abby as I pulled the drive and slipped it into my pocket as I set my laptop down.
I stood up and exited my man cave to be greeted by the one person I least expected to be back……Riley Braxter.
And god why did she have to look so good as she stood in the living room in her tight red dress and heels? A dress that hugged every single curve of her body that made you want to do all sorts of naughty things to it.
I sighed and walked out of my man cave, my hand in my pocket firmly grasping the drive and coughed causing Riley Braxter to turn and face me.
She smiled, “Ah Mr. Frons, I’m so glad to see you.”
I looked at her semi incredulously. Of course I was here AND she was the one visiting me.
I spoke, “I guess the same could be said about you Riley.”
She smiled, “I guess you’re wondering **WHY** I’m here?”
I looked at her hungrily undressing her but shook my head as I looked at her, “I can take a stab at it.”
She raised her eyebrow at me, “Oh?”
I nodded, “Our results came back.”
She nodded as she smiled, “That it did.”
I looked at her, “And does it explain **WHY** my daughter’s eyes change colors?”
She looked at me and sighed, “Unfortunately no it didn’t tell me **WHY** your daughters heterochromic or melanin changal happens. But I did find that you were right about the version of the fertility formula that was used on you.”
I blinked at her, “Oh?”
She nodded, “Apparently they used a very unrefined formula which is WHY the formula that you saw was purple and looked so thick. I had NO IDEA they did this.”
I looked at her, “OOOkkkkk……And I imagine THAT unrefined formula explains MY immortality?”
She chuckled, “More or less though you’re not really *immortal* Max. It also explains WHY your daughters have what they have.”
I sighed, “Figures.”
She spoke excitedly, “You know what this means?”
I shook my head, “No. Not really.”
She looked at me and smiled, “That I’m on the right path.”
I looked at her semi confused, “Ok and HOW does what WE have make you think you’re on the *right path*.”
She smiled, “Well THANKS to you and your blood from BOTH you and your daughter. I was able to isolate what makes you….well you. And it also MIGHT explain all the symptoms we at Muschi have been seeing so using that information I was able to TWEAK the FORMULA.”
I looked at her still confused, “OOOkkkk……”
She smiled, “I’m just here to thank you.”
I blinked, “You’re welcome….I think.”
She walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek, “Thanks Max for giving me the data I needed.”
I blinked and spoke without thinking, “How about we go out on dinner if you’re out to thank me so much. It can even be **your** treat.”
She smiled, “Maybe after the holidays. I have a lot of work to do between now and then.”
I blinked again, “Oh?”
She nodded and turned to start walking towards my door.
I spoke, “Hey doc?”
She turned her head to me, “Yes?”
I spoke, “Does the formula make….” I turned my attention towards my daughters rooms….specifically Abby’s before I turned to Riley, “females attracted to their father’s?”
She raised her eyebrow but shook her head before she pondered the question more. Then she spoke, “It MAY increase their libido enough to where lines like what you’re talking about MIGHT be skewed. But that’s more PSYCHOLOGICAL than PHYSICAL Max. Like I said, I don’t do PSYCHOLOGICAL.”
She winked at me and before she walked out the door she paused and looked at me, “Oh and I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving.”
I looked at her dumbfounded and completely forgot Thanksgiving was right around the corner as I semi muttered, “You too doc.”
I looked at Riley semi confused but was relieved she wasn’t here for anything OTHER than thanking me. With her being a……what did my frat brother call her…..oh yes a Logistics and Supply representative for Muschi.
Glad she wasn’t here to add either of my daughters to her ‘*Supply*’ chain. Or try to talk me into letting my daughters be part of the ‘*Logisitcs*’ portion of Muschi *supply*.
After she left I turned to find Abby looking at me, “So doc gave us a clean bill of health?”
I looked at her and thought….*Oh Shit!!!* and *HOW MUCH DID YOU HEAR?*
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