Mary turned the minivan into onto her parents’ street and pulled to a stop. The 3-hour drive to visit her family had been exhausting and she was looking forward to relaxing with a glass of wine and catching up with her sisters.
The kids were unbuckled and out of the car as soon as the engine was off. Bolting up the drive and weaving in between the parked cars, they raced to the backyard immediately in search of their cousins. Mary and her husband, Rob, moved more slowly towards the front door.
Mary knew how tough these visits were on Rob. She took his hand in hers, squeezed, and said “I love you,” just as the front door swung open to reveal Mary’s father.
Tom looked the perfect grandfather with his sweater, khakis, bushy grey hair….and massive erection tenting his pants. He nodded to Rob and then broke into a grin as his eyes swiveled to Mary.
“Well, “ he said, “if it isn’t my favorite daughter!”
Mary wasn’t fooled. “Jesus, dad!” she said, pointing to his crotch, “Already?! I just spent 3 hours on the road. You couldn’t have had somebody else help you with that? Mom…Katie…Aunt Gina? Hell, Mikey could have taken care of you. It has to be me?”