I watched my bookworm groan very loudly *Gawwddd!!!* as she *tried* to *sip* the proffered 18 year old Ole Finnegans scotch.
It was almost comical watching her *try* to stomach the alcohol that cost me about $6,000 for.
Granted Ole Finnegans is a special release from Finnegans as they’re more of small brewing company compared to your normal mass distributed brewing company.
I mean yes Finnegans does release a fair number of bottles of their usual blend though not as much as the bigger names. And their 18 year old blend is a much smaller number of bottles released hence the price.
Normally a ‘*normal*’ bottle of regular Finnegans is about $40-50 respectively. Their 12 year blend they usually charge about $2500. Then their 18 year blend is about $6000 respectively.
And seeing how I have the money to splurge on good alcohol I *usually* get the more pricey scotch’s as that’s my *preferred* alcohol.
Took me a minute to get to what I consider a *preferred* alcohol.
Granted **everyone** goes through that process as they try to find their ‘preferred’ alcohol as they cross out what they **will** drink and what they **won’t** ever drink again.
Like me I’ll never touch schnapps ever again for as long as I live.
Long story.
Which is true for most of my daughters.
Like Heather her preferred alcohol is wine, specifically rose wines. One alcohol I don’t see her touch is vodka.
Nicole prefers tequila or as she’s said more than once *My system runs on diesel*. I think her no no alcohol is gin.
Mackenzie I’ve seen drink just about everything so I don’t think she has a preferred alcohol though I know she despises seltzer’s and wine coolers.
Not sure about Savanna as she drinks about everything so I don’t think she’s found her preferred alcohol nor has she found her no no alcohol.
I know Abs hasn’t found either.
And Haley better not have found her preferred anything though I have seen her drink but it’s not often nor is it a lot.
I smiled as I watched my little Abs go through the normal facial expression’s as she tries to drink more and more of the alcohol in front of her.
Mind you *normally* I don’t allow my daughters to drink underage.
Nor am I the hip dad that allows his daughters to do whatever they damn well please.
I **DO** have rule’s.
Like *if* you do drink you are not allowed to drink and drive as soon from our multitude of Friday night games as my girls and their friends hand over their keys.
*If* you’re at a bar or restaurant I’d rather you call a taxi or myself for a ride home. Then the next day, after you’re sure you’re sober, take a taxi to get your vehicle.
And yes I’ve had the talk with ALL my daughters when I catch them drunk underage. After they’re 21 I just smile and watch them deal with their hangovers.
So *yes* those are my *normal* rules.
This isn’t exactly a *normal* day hence why I’m allowing my daughter to drink because of the *unique* topic we’re having or about to have.
I waited until Abby drank a few *sips* of her drink before we continued our *unique* topic.
I smiled, “So….about your all friends.”
Abby rolled her eyes, “I’m **not** gonna hook you up with **my** friends dad.”
I smiled, “I’m not asking you to.”
I took a sip, “**But** if they are interested in me would you tell me?”
Abby sighed before she spoke, “You’re not gonna give up on this are you?”
I smiled as I shook my head slowly, “Nope.”
I smiled at her, “How about **we** talk about everything and clear the air? I’ll be honest as long as you be honest.”
She looked at me, “Really?”
I nodded, “No topic is off the table **but** have to agree to be honest.”
She squinted, “And you’ll be honest?”
I shrugged, “Sure.”
Abby sighed, “Fine.”
I smiled and thought *perfect*.
I then watch Abby take her glass and proceed to **pound** it and giving more facial expressions before setting the glass in front of me, “But I’m gonna need more liquid courage if we’re really continue this topic.”
I lightly chuckled as I **topped** her off nearly filling her glass as I proceeded to do the same to myself.
Abby then took a large gulp her expressions becoming less comical as the alcohol was dulling her senses before she exclaimed, “Alright who goes first?”
I smiled, “Seeing how **I** want the truth I’ll let you go first,” I pointed my glass at her, “**but** I expect the truth.”
Abby thought about it as she looked at me, “And I can discuss *anything*?”
I nodded.
She continued, “*Including* who you think has the prettiest body?”
I smiled and shrugged, “Sure.”
She smiled almost evilly, “And who has the cutest pussy?”
I shrugged, “Sure,” I looked at her, “though I haven’t seen *everyone’s* pussy.”
She eyed me, “You sure?”
I nodded, “Yep. I haven’t seen *everyone’s* pussy.”
She looked at me, “Even though **we** gave **you** photos?”
I took a *healthy* sip before answering, “The same photos you all **demanded** I delete.”
She chuckled, “Oh yeah.”
She looked at me, “But did you *at least* glance at the photos?”
I shrugged, “Not long enough to memorize *every* detail Abs.”
She looked at me, “So you didn’t see *who* was,” she leaned forward with a wicked smile, “**shaved** and *who* **wasn’t**?”
I blinked at her before I took a *LONG* **sip** before I gasped. Abs looked at me with a shit eating grin as I answered, “No Abs I didn’t see who was,” I sighed, “*shaved* and who wasn’t.”
Abs lightly chuckled.
I looked at her, “You know Abs whether a girl is shaved or not doesn’t matter.”
This time it was my turn to smile, “Tell me Abs do you prefer your guy’s to have a **BIG** dick or a **SMALL** dick?”
Abs turned a little crimson causing her to take a **BIG** gulp then she gasped as shivered as the liquid traveled down her system.
I smiled, “Come on honey I answered **your** question you can answer **mine**.”
She looked at me before she sighed, “I prefer a more **average** dick. If it’s a *little bigger* than average then the better.”
She pointed her glass at me, “But what **really** matters is the guy not his dick.”
I spoke, “But **if** you found a really cute guy and found his dick was small you’d be disappointed wouldn’t you?”
Abs turned a little crimson but remembered our *deal*. She spoke, “A little but if he made up in *other* areas then his small dick isn’t really a concern.”
I smiled, “Like?”
Abs quickly took another drink as her face turned more crimson before answering, “Like his stamina. Or if he goes down. Or a million other things.”
I smiled, “Uh huh.”
She smirked at me, “How about you?”
I chuckled, “How about me what?”
She smirked, “So you’re saying you don’t care if a girl shaves or not?”
I shook my head, “No Abs I don’t care. Is it helpful?,” I shrugged, “Sure but it’s not **mandatory** that a girl shaves.”
Abs smiled wickedly, “So you’d still go down on a girl *if* she had a **HUGE** bush?”
I coughed as she chose to ask that question just as I was taking a sip causing me to inhale some of the whiskey to go to my lungs making me gasp and hack as I tried to regurgitate the whiskey out of my lungs.
*Like I said she knows when to ask a question and shock you.*
I coughed, hacked, and wheezed for a few moment’s before I rasped, “Excuse me?”
She smiled, “You heard me *would you go down on a female **if** she had a **HUGE** bush?*”
I looked at her for a moment as I *tried* to answer this diplomatically before I found what *I think* are the right words, “Now Abs I’m sure you’re aware that *most men* **should** be grateful **and** honored when they’re allowed to see a female’s most intimate area and should *respect* it when they’re able to gaze upon it.”
*I know I can sound so suave that I even impressed myself.*
Abby looked at me as she squinted, “You **really** feel that way?”
*Now to sell it*
I smiled as I nodded, “Sure do.”
She continued squinted, “So you **really** don’t have a preference?”
I shrugged, “I mean I’d prefer if it is disease free but other than that I *really* don’t have a preference Abs.”
She looked at me, “So if I *showed* you a series of photo’s, the same photos that were sent to you, you’d tell me if you’d hit it or not?”
*Uh oh! I don’t like where this is going.*
I spoke, “And what *would* be the point of that?”
She smiled and began to semi slur, “Just humor me.”
I looked at her, “And **what** do I get out of this?”
She smirked, “Peace of mind.”
I shook my head, “No because I don’t know which one is one of you.”
She smiled, “And if it is?”
I held up the bottle that still had quite a bit of it, “Then I’ll need **ALL** of this to unsee the photos if it is one of you.”
Abby smiled, “Just humor me.”
I looked at her, “No!”
She pouted at me as her slurring increased a little bit, “But it’ll be fun.”
I looked at her and held my ground, “No!”
She thought about it, “How about if I sweeten the pot and tell you *if* the attached image if that person is attracted to you or not?”
I looked at her, “Will you tell me if it’s one of my daughters, including you?”
She thought about it and an evil smile spread across her lips, “Nope.”
I rolled my eyes and *was* about to firmly tell my daughter my answer of *No!*
That is until she decided to add the *Cherry* to her little *game*.
Abby slurred, “If you tell me if the pussy is cute or not. Not only will I tell you if the person attached is attracted to you or not **but** I’ll also tell you if that pussy has *spied* on you or not.”
And just like that I knew I had to play.
I took one last look at my glass and realized that I was going to need another drink…..or ten.
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Nooo.. Can’t leave me hanging like that 😂
…there you go, again…”a female’s pussy”? That is not normal…perhaps you meant a woman’s pussy? No woman would talk that way about other women.
Man=Woman
Guy=Gal
Boy=Girl
I enjoy the world you’ve created…but. Using that word, in that context….it’s dehumanizing. Women are no less human than men. Men who use “females” often tend to be women-haters…and/or incels.
[Pick any girl](http://sweetdates.online) you like and ask to FUCK