Alan’s cell rang, a quiet tinkling accompanied by a strong vibration as his phone rattled on his desk. Picking it up and looking at it, he saw it was his daughter, Andrea.
“Hi babe,” he said as he answered it.
“Hi Dad, just a quick call, can you drop in for dinner tonight? Mel’s cooking.”
“Mel’s cooking? You bet!” he laughed, “Just not too many calories this time, I hate waddling out of your door.”
“Okay then, about 6:30 then?” Andrea replied, but she didn’t laugh.
“Yep, not a prob,” he replied, “I’ll be there. See you then.”
“Okay, bye Dad.” Andrea cut the connection.
Jeez, thought Alan, that was quick. Alan thought there must be a problem, Andrea always laughed at his corny jokes. He thought about his daughter and her lover. Mel, short for Melissa. they had been dating for two years then last year, moved in together. Mel was simply gorgeous, tall, svelte, nice tits, blond hair and slim waisted, a blond Barbie, Alan thought. A really nice person too. Where Andrea was short, small and dark, Mel was the opposite and for whatever reason, they really clicked as a couple. Andrea was in sales and marketing for an international food company while Mel had just finished a law degree.