My 11 year old daughter is not helping matters either. No, I don't mean sexually. I have NEVER thought of her THAT way, and never would. It's just that she used to really be 'Daddy's Girl' when she was growing up. Always going with me at every opportunity, regardless of where I was going, just to be able to spent time with me. Ah, those were the days. If she needed anything, she knew she had me wrapped around her little finger. She knew that all she had to do was look at me with her gorgeous green eyes and say "Daddeeee", and she knew I would give her the world if she asked for it.

Sadly that was then. Now, at 11, she considered herself a teenager. She never went anywhere with me, just to be with me, in fact all she used me for now was as a free cab. She would never ask me for any little gifts now, and, although I had always bought her any clothes that she wanted in the past, now she never asked for anything She and her mom seemed much closer now than before, and I was excluded from their family group. To be honest, I hardly recognized her as the lovely little girl I knew. Whereas once, if anyone had bothered to ask, I could have told you everything about her, now she was almost a complete stranger, and I knew absolutely nothing about her. If I ever asked her to do anything, like picking up clothes she had strewn on the floor, all I would get was that typical malevolent stare that teenagers are so good at giving. The only kind response I got nowadays was when she wanted something. Today was one of those days.

A couple of days ago, she had sprained her ankle. Now her foot was bandaged up, and she was hobbling everywhere. She had begged me to pick her up from school. To be fair to her, she did look in a bad way, and I really did feel sorry for her. So here I was in the school parking lot, waiting for her to emerge. Problem was, no one had bothered to tell me that she had been given an after school detention, so here was I with at least an hour to wait. It was not worth doing anything else, so I went and sat on the hood of the car, watching the activity on the sports field in front of me. After idly watching for a few minutes, I realized that I was beginning to focus all my attention on a group of very young girls dressed as cheerleaders. There was about a dozen of them, all dressed in white tops, white knee length socks, and rather short gold colored skirts. As they wheeled and cavorted through their routines, I kept getting lots of lovely flashes of their white panties. Suddenly, I stopped being bored, and settled back to watch this delightful show.

Unfortunately I was too far away to see much detail, but they appeared to be all preteen girls, although some of them looked like they had some interesting little bumps sprouting out from their chests. Now little girls had never interested me before. For goodness sake, some of them looked younger than my own daughter. As I watched their cavorting about, I realized that I was starting to get hard. I realized that it MUST be because I had been without sex for so long, and decided that once I dropped Kimberley off at home, I would make some excuse and go into town to see if I could pick up a hooker. Although we never spoke when I was home, my wife would probably give me hell for wanting to go out and leave her, but what the heck. If I managed to score some pussy, a little hell was worth living with. I needed to do something to relieve my condition, particularly if it was being worsened by looking at LITTLE girls.

My daydreaming was interrupted when I heard a voice calling my name, and looked to see a vaguely familiar figure walking across the parking lot towards me. He had been already parked there when I had arrived, but I had paid no attention to him. "Is that you, Pete?" he shouted across at me. I looked at him, but, although there was something familiar about him, I was at a loss to know who he was. "It's me, ALAN," he said, and seeing that I was still none the wiser, added "You know, from school..." Then it hit me who it was. Alan had been my best friend since we were about 5. We had been best friends all through our school life, and had stayed friend for many years after. About 10 years ago, he had taken a job in the Far East, and I had lost touch with him soon after that. I greeted him as the long lost friend he was. He had put a little weight on, but, apart from that, was still the same old Alan. The only reason that I had not recognized him was that I had not expected to see him there. ......(cont)