Two loving daughters
Two loving daughters I was single again. After twenty years in what can only be described as a disastrous marriage, I had separated from my wife. For the time being I was staying with my two daughters who had just rented a big new apartment together. An apartment which, luckily for me, just happened to have an extra bedroom. One night, I was up late with my daughters, just fooling around in the living-room, reminiscing. We were sitting on the couch, talking about the good old times. I...