Am I Strong Enough to Say No (pt1)

Am I Strong Enough to Say No (pt 1)

This is my first attempt at writing a story. It is totally made up, and hopefully offends no one. IF it does, just exit out and look for another story to read. If I get positive feedback, I will finish Pt 2 and maybe more. PLEASE, no rude remarks, or postings for hook ups. Thanks….

First let me point out, I don’t look at myself as a pervert, monster, or such. I am a normal married father of a wonderful daughter of 16. The problem is when it comes to sex, I have no willpower.
Usually that is not a problem. I love my wife, and stay faithful to her. I drive a truck over the road so except for the lot lizards (which I would NEVER touch) have limited contact with females. No, the problem started one night when I was in and me and my wife had just finished a round of love making. Laying there talking she brought up the subject that our daughter, Debbie, had told her that she felt like she didn’t know me because I was gone 2 weeks at a time year in and year out.
I have felt bad about that for years and told her, but, we needed the money to live on and it paid better than anything I could do locally. Plus, I was 45 years old, and that’s a little to old to start another career. That’s when the bomb shell hit. Smiling, she told me that Debbie wanted to ride with me this summer instead of staying home and spending her summer with her friends at the local pool every day. I started to protest but my pointed out that she would like it too. That our daughter was at the age of discovering boys and their “wants” and that if she was on the truck with me, that she couldn’t see any boys and that it would also give me a chance to bond with her again. Yes, the beginning of the end for me….

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1st of June I was in loading the truck, you have to have a place for everything and I had to make more room for Deb (she hated Debbie now). I was standing in front of the bunks trying to figure out where I was gonna move things from the top bunk where I used the space as storage when Deb climbed in with her first bag. Asking what I was doing, I explained to her that the top bunk was hers for the summer and I needed to clear it up.