A Father’s Struggle 13 – Numbering System (fiction, family, bond, m/f, con, torture, exhib, teasing, Spying)

Looks like I really lit a burr under Nicole’s ass and obviously pushed some button’s that turned her on.

Nicole looked at me for a few moments as she probably realized she was railed up, looks like my Nicole likes being provoked so much that it turns her on as shown by her purple eyes, before she sighed and spoke plainly, “Well everyone I hope you like build your own fajita’s.”

As she sat down and began grabbing tortilla’s and building her own fajita’s.

The rest of the girl’s reached in and started building their own fajita’s as did I.

Maxine leaned over during the awkwardness and whispered to me, “What was **that** all about? And why did her eyes suddenly become purple?”

I looked over at Nicole who was eating her fajita’s in silence while keeping her eyes closed.

I whispered back, “Long story.”

Maxine whispered back, “You have a lot of ‘*long story’s*’ don’t you?”

I looked at Maxine and smiled before winking.

It was the only thing I could think of.

We sat in silence as most of us ate at the table while some stragglers either ate at the island or sat quietly on the ground against the wall.

What?

Yes I have money but I don’t have a table to seat…..let’s see here there’s me and the my girl’s making seven. Maxine makes eight.

Mackenzie‘s two stripper pals makes ten. Savanna’s equally clothing optional online friends makes twelve. Nicole’s two gym buddies makes fourteen. And Haley, Abby and Heather’s friends make seventeen.

My dinner table can comfortably seat eight. With an extension that’s twelve.

We had the extension in but that left five people who were simply finding a place to eat.

Two were sitting at the island in the kitchen.

And three were quietly sitting on the floor.

Jesus I need a new table if we’re going to continue entertaining people.

Especially **if** Lola starts coming around.

Fuck.

When I got enough food in me an evil idea hit me. And it was *evil*.

At first I was like *Na this is too cruel*.

But then I remembered the girls took it upon themselves to not only embarrass me but embarrassed me in *the* biggest way possible.

So if they can do that why couldn’t I do this?

Fuck it. If it pisses them off I’ll apologize later.

Besides it’ll be fun to poke the bear a little more.

Our relationship is ‘special’ like that.

With my mind made up I got up and looked at Abby and Maxine as I spoke, “Save my seat I’ll be right back.”

Abby nodded as Maxine looked at me confused.

I wanted to bolt to my man cave but settled for walking calmly….didn’t want to give my girl’s any cause for concern.

I walked in and went to my desk that Savanna helped design and quickly found my sharpee. I pulled the cap off and did a test mark on a piece of paper to find it worked.

Good.

I left my man cave and went into the kitchen and found a big bowl.

Then I returned to my seat and sat down with both items.

Mind you when I exited my man cave and went into the kitchen grabbing a bowl I had quite a few eyes on me wondering what the fuck I was doing.

I sat down for a moment letting people wonder what I was up to.

Then I reached into my pocket and pulled the first pair of panties out.

Seems the first pair was one of those frilly laced panties with a string in the back. No number. No message.

Guessing by the side, material and style it had to be one of **my** girl’s. My guess it was Heather’s.

I calmly opened the sharpee and wrote on the crotch in the front and number ‘1’ on it then set it in the bowl.

I reached into my pocket and pulled the next pair of panties.

This one was frilly but I think it is a…boy cut? And crotchless. It had a number and a message asking me to call.

Bet this is one of Mackenzie’s friends.

I set the undies down and calmly wrote a number ‘2’ right above the opening.

Then I set that one in the bowl.

I repeated this process and got to about the sixth or seventh pair, which by way I’m happy no one put an actual string thong over my head as putting a legible number on string would be a bitch but I still had at least eight or nine more to go, before someone’s curiosity got the better of them as one of the female’s spoke.

Friend, “Umm Mr. Frons. What are you doing?”

I didn’t look at the friend as I continued writing on the undies and spoke, “Oh just putting number’s on all the undies you all so graciously gave me.”

The same friend gave me a cocky smile, “Why? So you can hang them on your wall as trophy’s?”

The girl next to hear laughed and spoke, “Good one Kat.”

Kat smiled at the other girl as they high five each other.

I smiled as I stopped on nine to looked at ‘Kat’, “No so I can call your undies number at the end of the night to see if you’re all talk or willing to go through with a night in bed with me.”

That made Kat drop her jaw as Abby chuckled and Nicole hissed out, “Jesus Christ!”

I looked over at Maxine who’s jaw was also on the ground before she gave me a sly smile and chuckled.

I looked over to see Nicole go into the kitchen. Go straight to the cabinet where we keep our more stronger alcohol.

Well not **ALL** of our strong alcohol. I have some of **my** stronger and definitely more expensive alcohol hiding in my bedroom and man cave.

You know the ones that cost *at least* five bills.

Well if you don’t then you haven’t lived until you’ve had a nice sipping whiskey.

After having *expensive* alcohol you begin to look at the twenty dollar or forty dollar bottle of alcohol….well less refined.

Don’t ask what my most expensive bottle is….I don’t know it was a gift from my dad that I haven’t touched so I have no idea how good it is nor how much it cost. I just know **that** one was probably my most expensive that came at the best cost ever….a gift.

Anyways I watched Nicole grab one of those forty dollar bottles of whiskey. Opened the bottle and take a nice long pull before putting the bottle down and gasping.

She took one look at me as I had pulled out another pair as I was paying attention to her and dangled it for her as I spoke, “Ten…” with a shit eating smile.

Nicole growled as she tilted the bottle back pouring more alcohol down her throat.

This time Heather spoke very loudly, “Let’s just get to the game’s shall we?”

She looked at me, “Stop antagonizing Nicole we get it our joke was in bad taste.”

She looked at Nicole, “And if you’re gonna break out the alcohol the least you could do is share.”

Nicole gasped after pouring straight whiskey down her throat, “W…wine?”

Heather spoke, “No! tequila.”

At that both Nicole and I eyed Heather as she *normally* doesn’t drink anything stronger than wine.

Heather looked at us defensively, “What?”

I looked at Heather, “You normally don’t drink *strong* alcohol.”

Nicole spoke, “Yeah sis. You’re usually more….. *reserved*.”

She looked at us both, “Yeah well between our fucked up joke and dad’s creepy joke I need something strong to help make all this seem normal.”

Nicole shrugged and turned to the cabinet I spoke, “Hold up **before** the alcohol comes out I want everyone key’s in this bowl.”

Another girl spoke, “The bowl with our underwear?”

I looked at the girl, “Yes. I’ll separate them when I go back to my room.”

That girl rolled her eyes but walked into Savanna’s room and within a few moments returned with a fob tossing the fob into the bowl.

Now normally I would have said to her ‘*No! I said **keys**.*’ like ten or so years ago but I knew most cars, especially electric cars, had all moved away from keys and replaced the ‘*key*’ with a fob like what the girl had put in or some type of card like what I have.

I simply smiled at her said thank you and looked at my next ‘*victim*’.

After all the friend’s had given me their keys to their vehicles I moved onto my daughter’s.

First up was Nicole.

Nicole looked at the bowl before looking at me, “Come on dad I’m not going to do anything stupid like drink and drive.”

I looked at her and replied flatly, “Don’t care you know the rules.”

She tipped her head back and groaned loudly but she moved to her room and returned with her own ‘key’ and dropped it into the bowl.

I moved through my daughter’s as each one retrieved their ‘*key*’ and put it in the bowl.

Lastly I moved the bowl towards Maxine as I spoke, “Come on you too.”

Maxine looked from the bowl to me, “No thanks Mr. Frons I don’t plan on drinking.”

I raised my eyebrow but spoke, “And I don’t think you get it Maxine. As you stated you don’t *plan* on drinking but in my house when the alcohol gets brought out I take everyone’s key’s even my daughter’s as you just witnessed. If you don’t drink by the end of the night I’ll happily give you back your keys **but** *if* I see you take one sip you’re spending the night.”

I chuckled, “Besides it’s not like I don’t have the room.”

Maxine rolled her eyes but smiled, “Fine,” as she reached into her dress’s pocket and pulled out actual keys.

I blinked at seeing actual keys but shrugged as I put the bowl back in front of me.

I pulled out another pair of panties and instantly hissed out a small curse as the pair was actual string underwear.

I looked at the underwear holding it up and noticed there was an actual phone number written along the string.

Huh color me impressed.

Nicole hissed out, “For fucks sake dad I thought you were going to stop with that joke.”

I looked up from the phone number on the string to look at Nicole, “I don’t see a game being brought out to distract me so I’m going to continue this ‘*joke*’. It’s actually fun.”

Heather quickly looked at Mackenzie, “Game. Go!”

Mackenzie who was mesmerized by my pulling the underwear while smiling looked at Heather and nodded, “Right.”

And she dashed towards her room.

I looked at the underwear before shrugging and thinly wrote an ‘11’ on the string before tossing it into the bowl with their friends and the keys.

I pulled the next and quickly wrote ‘12’ now that they were trying to speed me up.

I pulled the next and quickly wrote ‘13’ on it not really paying attention to style or if there was any writing before tossing it into the bowl.

Then I pulled the next and wrote ‘14’.

And lucky number….I padded my pocket to find nothing.

What the hell?

I reached into my pocket and looked on the ground next to me making sure one of them didn’t slip as I was pulling out different undies.

Nope not there.

Maxine caught on to my sudden frantic look, “What is it Mr. Frons?”

I looked at her and spoke, “Ummm I think
I lost one.”

I looked at all the girl’s and quickly did the math to come up with sixteen female’s. Seeing how Maxine had shown up and she didn’t take part of my daughter’s embarrassing joke made it fifteen. Meaning I **should** have fifteen pairs of underwear.

So why did I have fourteen pairs of underwear?

I would have gone through all the pairs and tried to guess who’s pair was who but I kind of already did that though I knew I might be wrong on some of the pairs….if not all of them.

Maxine whispered, “What do you mean you lost one?”

I didn’t whisper as I replied as I intended for everyone to hear me, “I mean I think I lost a pair of panties.”

Nicole hissed, “For fucks sake dad you still on that?”

I looked at her, “Yes I am. There **should** be 15 of them. I only have 14.”

That caused Nicole to take another big swig before muttering something just as Mackenzie came out of her room declaring what she was carrying, “I have CAH, Would you rather?, Text or Drink, Pick your Poison XXX Edition?”

Haley was the first to respond, “Uummmm those all kind of do the same thing….for us to use our dirty minds. Between our joke and dad I think the whole naughtiness is kind of played out. How about we do a trivia night or something?”

Heather beamed at Haley, “That’s an excellent idea Haley. Would you mind going to get one?”

Haley nodded, “Right. I’ll be right back.”

I didn’t listen to them as I was still trying to figure out *why* I only had fourteen panties when there’s fifteen fucking girl’s.

It was beginning to get maddening.

Did I lose one on my trek to my man cave to get the sharpee?

Or was it when I came out of the man cave and walked into the kitchen?

I mean I could ask each girl *if* they gave me their panties until I got the real number.

Then I remembered the photos and was about to pull out my phone to see how many bodies there were, hopefully there was some type of organization so I can tell which body was which, and simply count. If there were only fourteen sets of bodies then I knew I had everyone’s panties. However, if there fifteen sets of bodies then I knew someone didn’t give me their panties.

I was about to pull out my phone when I heard Abby speak, “You’re not missing one dad.”

I looked over at Abby, “How can you be sure?”

Abby didn’t look up from her book, “Because I counted for you.”

I frowned and spoke, “Oh!”

I looked at Abby, “Thank you Abby.” But then I noticed something about her…..she was blushing….hard.

Why was she blushing?

I looked at her quizzically, “Are your’s in here?”

Abby didn’t look up but she slowly shook her head.

I looked at her, “But you did take part in the joke?”

I saw Abby smile as her face got more crimson.

I spoke, “So I take it your photos are on my phone?”

Her smile didn’t falter as she nodded.

I squinted at her, “But your panties aren’t? Are they?”

She looked up at me and I was surprised I didn’t see any purple in her eyes as she spoke, “That requires me to wear panties for me to give them to you.”

I blinked confused as I knew my jaw was more than likely on the ground after hearing Abby’s little confession of being a commando girl.

I was paying close attention to Abby as she smiled at me though her face was crimson as I heard someone next to me slightly chuckling.

I was about to turn my head to see who was laughing at me but then I saw something…..as Abby began to look down.

Just for a brief moment…I thought I saw a light purple glow before it disappeared as Abby’s head continued to move down so she could go back to reading.

I blinked in both confusion and pure shock as I was able to pull up my jaw.

I looked over at my light chuckler to see it was Maxine.

I blinked as my brain began rebooting as I looked at Maxine, “Huh?”

Maxine chuckled as she spoke, “Mom was right you all are weird. Fun but weird.”

She looked over at Heather and Nicole, “Can I have a drink?”

I instantly thought but my brain took too long to reboot as a bottle slid down to her and she took a long pull from the bottle as Lola’s ‘*advice*’ rang in my head….*uh oh*.

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