Me: If you keep sending me pictures of it, I’m going to fuck it.
Gabby: Isn’t that what you want?
Me: Not yet
Gabby: Just use a condom?
Me: No
Gabby: Why not?
Why not? I was dying to bury my cock inside Gabby’s pussy even before she got the brilliant idea to taunt me with pictures of it via text. The texts came at random times, while we were all at the dinner table, three hours into her school day, or while I was sitting on the edge of my bed trying to have a serious conversation with her mother, while Stell was running around in a flurry to get ready for work. Each time my phone vibrated I both hoped and feared I would be treated to the sight of my daughter’s tits or pussy. It was torturing me to be responsible and just as she’d suggested, it would be easy to give in if I’d just agree to use a condom.
Me: Nothing between us, Gabrielle. Ever. End of discussion.
She sent me a sad face emoji.