The Dallas Fathers’ Club

The Dallas Fathers’ Club

There are fathers’ clubs all over the United States, probably all over the world, dedicated to the proposition that sex between parents and their children is a good thing. Of course you will not find them listed in the yellow pages or advertised on billboards, at least not in this country. However they do exist and they all seem to have many members. In fact I was surprised a secret of this sort could be so well kept. As a rule it is necessary to be an incestuous parent in order to find one of these groups. There is another way as I found out.

In Dallas I hung out at a small fast food place over near the Methodist Hospital. My painful divorce had become final and I had moved from Minnesota to Dallas to make a fresh start. As I found out, no matter how far you run you are still there when you stop running. That is an old AA maxim. I had been sober for two years at the time and still had more of the alcoholic’s behavior patterns than those of the “straight sober citizen.” I made good money and had no one to share it with. The North Dallas AA club and the little fast food franchise were my only social outlets.

Beth Ann, another lonely person and I became friends. She was a tiny dishwater blond from east Texas who was starving for company, any man’s company. She was barely five feet tall and looked like a model for “The Waif’s,” that series of pictures of very young girls with big eyes and lonely expressions on their faces. She made the first advances because, as she told me, “You look a lot like my daddy.”

I was thirty-eight and knew I was at least twenty years older than she. As with all too many lonely people, within a week we were sleeping together. When the rent on her room came due she moved in with me. She had an extensive sex education and shared what she knew with me. Then came the first eye opener, about a week after she moved in.

“Your dick is a lot different from my Daddy’s,” she told me one evening as we undressed for bed.

“Oh?” I replied for lack of anything to say.

“Yeah, he’s got his skin cut off and y’alls don’t.” She looked at mine critically and added,
“You take more time than he ever did.”

“Oh?” I answered. This was a conversation I have never had with anyone before. It was one of the few times I had nothing much to say.

“Uh huh, when you and me is doin’ it I close my eyes and pretend it is him pokin’ me. I miss him. He’s in prison, you know.” No I did not know.

“What is he in for?” I asked, more to have something to say than to find out anything. I figured I already knew what he was serving time for, fucking his underage daughter.

“Manslaughter,” she said so matter of fact I almost missed it. “He ran over a dude who tried to rip off his stash. Daddy makes the best shine in Texas.” She got a soft smile on her face whenever she mentioned her “Daddy.”

“I’m goin’ to a meetin’ tonight, want to go along?” she asked.

“Okay, might as well. I never attended AA here in Texas.”

“Oh no,” she laughed, “This ain’t about drinkin’ and shit like that. This is the Fathers’ Club. I’ll vouch for you.”

That evening, at Beth Ann’s insistence, I put on a pair of western cut gabardine pants, my dress boots and a western cut shirt. “Gee! I exclaimed as I looked in the mirror, I look just like a cowboy.”

“No, you look like a banker trying to look like a cowboy. That’s what I want you to look like for the meeting tonight. There’s going to be some high powered people there, probably a couple of oilmen and such. I don’t want them looking down at you like they did my daddy,”

“Okay, whatever pops your bubble.” I did not know what she wanted or what her plan was because she worked on a timetable of her own.

Then Beth Ann went into the bedroom and came back out ten minutes later. She had changed! Oh hell how she had changed. She had on a little girl mini dress, thong panties that showed there were no hairs on her pussy, a little girl bow in her hair and no makeup whatsoever. She looked like she was ten years old. “Pick your jaw up off the floor and let’s go,” she told me. She looked very pleased at my reaction.

“Beth Ann,” I asked her, “I never asked before but how old are you really?” A niggling little worry nibbled at one corner of my mind. There is no fucking way any girl could look this young and still be street legal.

“Thirteen,” she told me and grinned. “You like young pussy?” I could tell by the self-satisfied smirk on her face she had played this game before. “Now come on, let’s go.”

We left the apartment and rode the elevator down to the ground floor. Two women rode down with us. They kept giving Beth Ann strange looks. I was thankful when we got in my Chevy and took off.

The directions she gave me landed us out in North East Dallas where all the houses were at least a hundred years old and built along the same Steamboat Gothic design. They were a row of millionaires’ tract houses. I parked on the street where she said and urged me,
“Come on! I want to get you introduced to everybody and watch your entrance exam.” Entrance exam? What the hell was this?

Thirteen is awfully young in Texas; in fact you can get in a whole lot of trouble. Right now Beth Ann looked like she was too young to have her period yet and she was taking me to a party at a house that cost a million five at least. The fact that she just admitted she was thirteen did little to ease my mind. She grinned at my nervousness and rang the doorbell. “I hope I don’t live to regret this,” I told her, only half joking.

When the door opened to admit us, I almost shit a brick. It was the owner of the company I worked for. “Hi Larry,” Beth Ann told him, “This is Randy. He’s kind of standing in for my daddy.

“Beth Ann, You know the rules, no strangers.” He frowned at me once and looked back at her.

“I’m sorry, Mister Hinkle,” I told him, “She did not tell me whose home she was taking me to. I apologize, and now good night.”

“How do you know my name?” he demanded in a hard voice. I had heard stories of the bodyguards he had near him at all times. The man was a billionaire two times over and had an invisible screen of security covering him at all times.