The next morning I woke up. I pulled on one of my dad's t shirts. Then I remembered that Laurel, was there and put on a pair of big running shorts before heading to the kitchen. Laurel was in the kitchen cooking.
"Good morning," she said.
"Good morning," I replied. "Where's dad?"
"He had to go out for a few," she said. "Would you like some breakfast?"
"Yes thank you," I replied.
We chatted for a while and again she was sweet as could be. Then she floored me.
"Your dad said you put on quite the show yesterday," she said.
I was shocked, "Oh my god," I stammered. "The towel," I started to say.
She laughed. "Relax," she said. "You and your dad are far more concerned than I am. I thought it was funny. After all, how many men would die to see that gorgeous body of yours and there you wer
