My best friend's dad (Part 1)

It was Lynne's first trip outside of the United States. Her parents thought it would be a great idea to spend the summer with her best friend Stephanie who is now living in a small city south of Cork, Ireland.

The two girls grew up together in Grosse Ile, Michigan, and have been friends since they could remember. Lynne is now 14 years old and is older than Stephanie by 6 months.

Since they were 6 years old, they have been inseparable. Both of their fathers were mechanical engineers and worked for one of the big Detroit car companies. Their mothers stayed home to raise them. They went to elementary school together and started middle school in one of the township schools. They have done everything together. They even planned on going to New York City to apply for college. Lynne was planning to become a criminal lawyer while Stephanie wanted to be an painter.

Each being a lone child, they bonded and considered themselves sisters.

Everything was quite idyllic until about 2 and a half years ago when one night Stephanie's mother failed to return home. She went to meet her girlfriends for an afternoon round of golf a few miles west of their town.

After 24 hours of exhaustive searching, starting from the golf course, nearby hospitals, and all of her mother's friends, Stephanie's father, Sean called the police.

Her mother's car was found abandoned in a parking lot of the nearby Veterans Library. The police were discouraged when they saw on one of the library's surveillance cameras, a tall male figure wearing a hooded sweater park the car and walk off.

An intense search went underway. Volunteers from their neighborhood drove around the blocks immediately around the golf course and the library. Garbage bins and empty lots were inspected by other volunteers on foot.

The local news media was immediately on the case. Stephanie saw her mother's face on television that night.

Sean was cleared from suspicion when his alibi was confirmed. He was in a meeting in Detroit that stretched to 10 pm. He also volunteered and passed a polygraph test.

On the fourth day of search, a group of volunteers found decaying remains of a woman fitting her mother's description. She was found in a half covered shallow grave in a cemetery just next to the golf course.

It took another 3 days before the forensic pathologist was able to positively identify her mother. Her father tried to protect her from the grim news and kept her inside the house away from the constant barrage of media people.

Ironically, Stephanie learned about the news in the harshest way possible. She read it on twitter. Everyone in town twitted about it. Links were attached to some twits. One link described in horrific detail how her mother must have suffered before she died.

There was evidence of torture. Most of her mother's bones were broken. Her right eyelid was burned by a lit cigarette. Most of her front teeth were smashed by a blunt force, perhaps a fist or someone's kick. Her breasts bore bite marks in at least seven places. One of them was so vicious, her left nipple was torn off. She had internal injuries. Her spleen was ruptured by trauma. She has several ribs broken and her right lung has collapsed. She was assaulted both vaginally and rectally. DNA evidence was collected. There were strangle marks but the cause of death appeared to be intracranial hemorrhage. She was struck on the head with a rock or a brick.

Stephanie read all this online. It completely ruined her. She cried for days and days after.

Her father was extremely upset and despondent. He needed acute grief counseling. He blamed himself for what had happened and thought he should have been a better husband and protector to his wife.

The days turned from better to worse. The DNA did not match any known felons and the police did not have any strong leads. Every avenue turned up to be dead ends.

The internet also turned malicious. Anonymous people sent vicious twits and comments on blogs.

"She deserved it!"

"She was a whore!"

"You're next, Stephanie!"

This pushed Stephanie over the edge. She refused to leave the house. She refused to go to school. She could not sleep in the dark. She stopped eating. She stopped living.

The final straw came one night, about 6 months after her mother was killed. Stephanie answered the phone and there was a deep voice on the other end, "I fucked up your mother. And I am coming for you next!"

Stephanie completely unraveled. She spent he next two weeks in a psychiatric facility.

The police investigated and found the caller. The culprit was a 14-year-old boy who lived four blocks away who had nothing better to do than bullying other children.

Throughout all this, Lynne fulfilled her role as a big sister. She would see her best friend as much as she can, sometimes staying with her on weekends.

Lynne provided comfort, laughter, and emotional support.

Sean decided to take her daughter away from all this and make a fresh start in Ireland. He was born and raised in Kinsale, a small fishing town south of Cork. He decided that big city Detroit is not where children needed to be raised.  He wanted her daughter to be as far away from the crime and vicious social media.

Sean found a house in the middle of a farm land between Cork and Kinsale, just off of R600. He found the home ideal. He found a job as a maintenance engineer in a agricultural machinery company in Enniskean.

He planned to home school Stephanie and hired a tutor to get her through middle school. He also scheduled frequent psychotherapist visits in Wilton.

Lynne and Stephanie parted almost two years ago. It was filled with heartbreak. Their communication was limited to actual writing letters on paper and twice a week phone calls. Stephanie's father decided to limit her access to the internet to avoid her reading unwanted information.

Lynne was so excited when her parents and Sean agreed to have her visit Ireland and stay for one month. She left Detroit and boarded a KLM flight for Cork via Amsterdam.

She landed in Cork airport Saturday midday. She was escorted by a flight attendant through Immigration. After she went through security, she went to baggage claim to collect her luggage.

That's when she saw Sean. She was struck by how attractive he was. She has always fancied him. When he still lived in Grosse Ile, she would sit on her driveway every afternoon waiting for him to run by. He was a triathlete and would run at least 4 races a year.

She thought his body showed it. She remembers enjoying seeing him in his Spandex shorts and tight Underarmour shirt. She was still too young then but she already enjoyed seeing the outline of his genitals though his shorts.

Frequently, he would stop and say hi. He would stand in front of their driveway and chat with her for a few minutes. She always stole quick glances at his crotch, eyeing his penis, hanging to the right, and his testicles forming two round orbs just below it.

Sean walked towards her in full blown smile. He has become even more handsome than she remembers. He was about 6 feet tall and had a quirky cute face. His deep red hair was thicker but was kept neatly groomed. He now has a full face beard that also looked properly trimmed. He was wearing a black t-shirt tucked in tan cargo pants. His arms appeared to have become more muscular. His chest has become more chiseled. His legs have become thicker.

The clean Irish air has been good for him, she thought.

Sean was as equally surprised on how the short two years has changed Lynne. She has reached puberty and it showed. She has grown almost 6 inches taller. Her face elongated into a more oval lady-like shape. Her freckles went away. More impressive are the changes to her figure. She has started to grow breasts and her hips have given her a shapely figure.

Sean gave her a tight hug. Lynne hugged him back and felt the board-like muscles of his belly press onto her breasts.

"Welcome! Steph and I missed you so much!" he said, pulling away from her tight hug.

"It's good to see you again Mr. Flynn. Where's Stephanie?" she replied.

"We will pick her up along the way. She is with her therapist today. She is so excited to see you."

Lynne found his accent very sexy.

She packed two pieces of luggage which he grabbed by the handles and started to lead her to the parking lot. She walked behind him and observed his muscular buttocks flex with his every step.

At one point he bent down to tie the laces of one of his shoes when he noticed it was undone. From behind she saw his package. A bulge that appeared very heavy was within her reach.

They walked into the sunny afternoon towards his Range Rover.

The drive from the airport to Wilton went by quick. They talked about her parents, Detroit, football, school, and whether Lynne had a boyfriend or not.

When they arrived at the therapist's office, Lynne saw Stephanie run from the building towards the SUV.

She jumped off the car met her halfway and quickly embraced.

The drive back home was filled with chatter between the two girls. They mostly talked about the other kids from Grosse Ile. Stephanie has made some friends around the neighborhood. Her tutor is very smart. She plans to go to CIT College to study industrial design.

Lynne still wants to be a lawyer. She now enjoys doing Tae Kwon Do. The women in Grosse Ile have started lessons in self defense.

Sean was very happy to see his daughter come alive again. He has promised himself to do everything that he can to protect his daughter from harm.

They arrived at a beautiful two-storey home. It had a gravelly driveway lined with green shrubbery. The house was in a middle of a barley farm. It was quiet but did not feel isolated because of its proximity to the main road.

The inside of the house was modern. There was one bedroom on the ground floor where Sean slept. Two bedrooms were on the second storey. One was Stephanie's and the other was now hers for the summer. She had a quick tour of the house and the expansive backyard behind it.

Both girls unpacked her luggage and put away her clothes while Sean cooked dinner.

Over dinner, the three caught up further.

It was about 630 pm when the jet lag really hit her. Sean and Stephanie noticed this and insisted she went to bed to rest.

Lynne woke up from a deep sleep around 1130 pm. Her mouth felt dry so she decided to go to the kitchen to get water. The second storey of the house was dim. A night light guided her through the hall and down the stair case. Stephanie must be asleep. Her bedroom door was shut.

Somewhere downstairs, she saw a bright light that appeared to emanate from a television. She crept down the steps and walked towards the living room. When she reached it, she saw Sean's figure on the couch. He must have fallen asleep. He was still wearing his black shirt. But now she saw he was down to his boxers.

She felt a twinge between her legs.

She noticed during her tour of the house that his bedroom closets had  louvered doors. She decided tonight she finds out whether her best friend's father was red all over.

She sneaked to his bedroom, opened one of the closet doors and hid behind his hanging shirts. She closed the door and waited. From her vantage point, she could see his entire bedroom through the cracks between the louvers. She sat and waited and waited.

After about an hour, she was about to give up when she heard footsteps approaching. She froze and held her breath and focused her eyes through the cracks.

She saw Sean walk to the foot of the bed and take off his shirt. His body was lean and muscular. His back was wide in the shoulders narrowing down to his muscular hips. He walked towards the en suite toilet and heard him urinate.

He walked out of the bathroom completely nude. She let out a small gasp when she saw him in all his glory. He was a god, she thought. He had no ounce of fat in his body. His chest was chiseled. His belly bore a six-pack. The muscular lines from both sides of the hips formed a gutter down to his groin.

His penis was fat. It was soft and had pinkish skin. The head was covered in a hood of prepuce. The outline of the glans showed clearly underneath. In its soft state, his shaft was about 4 inches long. His penis hung between two large orbs the size of golf balls. His testicles hung loose and almost reached midway down his thighs. His body was almost hairless except for a thick bush of pubic hair.

The carpet matches the drapes, Lynne smiled.

He jumped in bed and hid under the covers. He turned off the lights and went to sleep.

 Lynne sighed when she lost sight of his genitals.

Lynne waited for about half an hour before deciding to come out of hiding and go to the kitchen.

She was filled with curiosity and wanted to know more about Sean and his genitalia. She touched herself over her panties wishing she had his penis inside.

She went to bed contemplating her next move.

She woke up early the next day to find that Sean has gone to the supermarket. She and Stephanie started to talk about heavier things.

Stephanie still struggled with nightmares. She is still fearful of strange men and could not leave the house fearing she would be assaulted.

Lynne became an older sister all at once. Her heart felt heavy when she realized how weak Stephanie has become. She missed the old Stephanie, confident and carefree.

She decided to bring the old Stephanie back...how to do it? By teaching her not to be afraid! She concluded.

She quickly went back to her room to fetch her iPad. There was WiFi.

Stephanie had access to the computer but only during the day and under supervision.

Lynne quickly signed on the internet and found a self defense site for women.

She aimed to teach her.

The next few hours, she and Stephanie spoke about her black belt in Tae Kwon Do. They also talked about the ladies in the neighborhood holding self defense classes twice a week. She learned a lot about protecting one's self against violent crimes. She stated her favorite part was learning how to beat up men twice her size.

"That's impossible," Stephanie said.

Lynne reassured her and showed her a diagram of men's weakest vital points.

Stephanie blushed when she saw an illustration of a nude man.

"You have seen penis before, right?" Lynne asked.

Stephanie shook her head.

"I have found my calling!" Lynne said and laughed.

She intended to demistefy men and break down their components to her best friend.

She went to different websites showing men in different stages of undress. She explained in explicit detail men's most vital organ. The seat of their power and their weakness.

Stephanie furrowed her eyebrows and told her about her doubts. How could a huge man be beaten by a weaker woman? She felt she needed proof.

At that moment, the front door opened. Sean walked in with groceries in both hands.

"Hi girls!" He greeted them with a broad smile.

Lynne eyed the huge bulge in front of his cargo pants. Her thoughts of sexual intercourse are now mixed with self defense.

She smiled. She may have the perfect man to show Stephanie the proof.