lilyslave2

Mandy's Sexcapade: Mandy the Matchmaker It was a sad day when Amanda’s mother Jacquelyn finally passed away. She had battled valiantly, but in the end my mother-in-law succumbed to metastatic cancer.    Jacquelyn’s death was not unexpected, but that didn’t lessen the blow for her family and friends. A life was taken too soon from this world, and our only comfort was that she died peacefully in her sleep, without pain or suffering, and surrounded by those who loved her.    Amanda wasn’t just the most beautiful, the most intelligent, and the most kind-hearted person I knew, and would ever know; she also possessed an inner strength that was like a rock against endlessly crashing waves. My wife grieved over the loss of her mother, but steeled her resolve to move on. It wasn’t due to callousness or lack of caring, but the world didn’t stop for anyone, and Amanda came to terms with that cold, hard fact very quickly.    Amanda’s father Franklin didn’t take Jacquelyn’s death nearly as well.    My father-in-law slipped into a pit of despair that no one--- not even Amanda, his only child whom he cherished as much as his late wife--- could pull him out of. After all, Franklin had just lost his spouse of over 30 years. In the weeks that followed Jacquelyn’s death, he fell deeper and deeper in a melancholia that terrified those who cared about him.    Especially Amanda.    One random morning, my wife and I were seated at the breakfast with our 5 year-old son James when she suddenly turned to me. I knew that something in particular had been gnawing at her for the past week, and she finally appeared ready to talk about it.    “What’s on your mind, Mandy?”    “We have to convince my father to move in with us.”    Immediately after my mother-in-law’s funeral, we had invited Amanda’s father to stay with us. He was nearly inconsolable as he continued to process his grief, and my wife wanted to keep an eye on him, nor did she want him to be alone. But Franklin repeatedly refused, gruffly stating things like “I’m fine” and “you kids need your privacy.”    But when Franklin’s depression seemed to be worsening almost 3 months after Jacquelyn’s death, Amanda would no longer take ‘no’ for an answer. The circle of life had reversed their roles: now my wife fell compelled to take care of her father.    “It’ll be fine,” she desperately tried to convince her father one evening after dinner at our house. “You can come and go as you please, and we can easily convert the basement into an apartment and make it your own personal space.”    “Honey, it’s not my personal space that I’m worried about. I may no longer be a spring chicken, but I still remember what it was like to be young and in love. Weren’t the two of you talking about having more kids just the other day?” Franklin’s expression softened. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do for me. But trust me, when Little Jimmy goes to sleep and you want to start working on baby number 2, the last thing you’ll need is for your old man to be here in the house with you.”    “That’s not true---“ I began.    “Oh god, daddy!” Amanda interjected. “Are you serious? Do you really think we’re concerned about that right now?”    Franklin’s expression began to break and his voice started to crack as he held back tears. “I know you mean well, and you say this now, but 2 months from now… or even 2 weeks from now… when the arrangement gets old…”    James, who had been playing with his toys in the next room, suddenly came streaking in like a missile. He made a beeline for his grandfather and attached himself to the man’s leg. “Grampa Frankie! Come live with us! Come live with us!”    Was our 5 year-old son actually eavesdropping?!?!    Franklin, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, looked at his only grandchild as tears began to flow. Then he regarded us, unable to speak but more significantly, unable to ask for help even though he clearly needed it.    “Come live with us.” Amanda repeated our son’s words, barely unable to keep herself from crying.    Tears welled up in my own eyes, but I remained silent. Amanda and Franklin both knew that they had my unconditional love and support, but this was something they needed to work out on their own.    Franklin attempted to maintain a strong front, but was failing. “Are you sure?” His voice was barely above a whisper.    “Yes, daddy!” my wife cried.    “Dad, of course,” I assured him wholeheartedly.    Franklin looked at us, then down at James, who was regarding him with an innocent and equally hopeful expression, then sighed and finally nodded. “Ok, then. If you’re sure.” He hesitated. “Ever since Jacquelyn… you guys are the only reason I have to live anymore.”    I stepped back and smiled warmly as father and daughter hugged each other fiercely, crying tears of both joy and sadness.    James, still too young and innocent to truly comprehend the crueler realities of life, pumped his fists in the air and whooped, “Yay!”    ******************************************************************************    Two days after my father-in-law moved in, we heard James crying in his bedroom at around 3 o’clock in the morning. I groaned, but Amanda was already throwing off the blankets.    “It’s ok, Mandy,” I told her groggily. “I’ll go.”    “Don’t worry about it, babe. You need to be up for work before me. Besides, I’m already wide awake.” Amanda suddenly cocked her head. It was only then that I noticed that our son had stopped crying, but she rose from the bed, anyway. “Let me go check on him.”    My wife quickly rushed out of our bedroom and toward James, hoping to get to him before he started crying again and woke up her father. But when she entered his room, Franklin was already there, lying next to his grandson and comforting the boy.    “Mommy, I had a bad dream that the bad guys beat all the superheroes,” James told her between sobs.    She was glad that the darkness his her smile. “It’s ok, baby. Mommy’s here now. Here, let me hold you.”    Amanda approached with outstretched arms, but our son buried his face into Franklin’s chest, much to the man’s surprise, and shook his head emphatically. “No. I want Grampa.”    My wife was, at once, delighted and hurt. “But, baby, mommy always---”    “No! I want Grampa!” The little boy looked up at Franklin. “Grampa Frankie, will you stay with me? At least until I fell asleep again?”    Franklin couldn’t help but beam proudly. “Sure, Little Jimmy. Grampa Frankie will stay here with you for as long as you want.” He looked up at his daughter and smiled warmly. “Go back to sleep, Amanda. I got this.”    While my wife was still smarting from the fact our son essentially chose his grandfather over her, it warmed her heart to see them together like this.    “Thanks, daddy. I love you. I love you, James.”    “We love you, too, mom,” Franklin told her. He looked back at James as Amanda turned to leave the room. “And you, young fella, need to close your eyes and go back to sleep. Grampa will keep all the bad guys away.”    A moment later, Amanda climbed back into bed and snuggled against me.    “Everything ok?”    Even half-asleep, I could hear the happiness in her voice. “Everything is just fine.”    ******************************************************************************    The days that followed quickly developed into a smooth routine. Franklin, without being asked, became something akin to a chef, housekeeper, nanny, and security for us. He often woke up before us on weekdays to prepare breakfast, and did drop-off and pick-up for James at his kindergarten. My father-in-law would then watch over him until Amanda and I returned home, and dinner was usually ready by the time we arrived, too.    Amanda and I didn’t want Franklin to think that all of this was our expectation. Far from it! In fact, we initially tried to discourage his help around the house. But Amanda’s father was retired and more recently widowed. We realized that sometimes having a family who loved him dearly wasn’t enough, and that he needed a sense of purpose. So my wife and I pulled back and allowed Franklin to make himself feel useful, which, indeed, he was.    And watching James develop a close bond with his grandfather was perhaps the greatest boon of all.    On this particular day, Franklin had picked up James from kindergarten and decided to take him to the local park, which was in walking distance from our home. Our son ran around like the proverbial “chicken with its head cut off”, but Franklin managed to keep up with him.    They were playing in the sand when an ice cream truck slowly drove by, chiming its music through large speakers and attracting the attention of the nearby children.    “Oooh, ice cream! Grampa Frankie, can I get some? Please? Can I get some? Please, please, please?”    There was no way that Franklin was not going to spoil his only grandchild. “Ok, little guy. Just don’t tell your mom!”    Walking hand in hand, the two headed for the ice cream truck, which was now parked at the curb. A relatively long line had already gathered, and Franklin waited patiently with his grandson, who was not nearly as patient as him.    It was hard for Franklin not to notice the woman standing directly behind them. She appeared young--- perhaps the same age as his daughter, in her early 30’s--- and stood at his eye level. While big-boned, she wasn’t large by any stretch of the imagination, but solidly built in a very healthy-looking sort of way. Her long, dirty blonde hair was hastily pulled into a ponytail through a white baseball cap, and her eyes were a magnificent green that sparkled.    More than anything, Franklin tried hard not to ogle her body: the blonde wore a form-fitting tank top and yoga pants that accentuated every curve of her voluptuous body. Even from of the corner of his eye, her ample cleavage and shapely ass both appeared magnificent. And he silently applauded the woman for not wearing any makeup since she possessed an incredible natural beauty.    This young blonde was a stunner, the kind of girl that old men like him could only dream about. My lord, those yoga pants…    Jacquelyn’s face suddenly appeared in his mind, and Franklin felt a stab of guilt. He hadn’t so much as looked at another woman since his wife passed away, and felt as though he was being unfaithful for noticing the blonde.    His emotional wounds were still that fresh.    Franklin suddenly noticed that the beautiful woman was accompanied by an adorable little girl, roughly the same age as James. Her hair was braided in pigtails, and her pretty dress was smudged with stains from playing in the dirt. Amanda’s father politely smiled at them.    Somewhat to his surprise, the woman returned his smile.    Franklin immediately blushed. The woman suddenly appeared more gorgeous than she did a moment ago, and he actually felt his pulse quicken. It had been a long time since a female other than his late wife had spurred this kind of reaction in him.    Embarrassed and somewhat ashamed, Franklin turned back around.    As the line inched forward, a myriad of emotions washed over him. He wanted to face the blonde again and strike up a casual conversation, even hit on her. But Franklin, in a self-deprecating moment, realized that it had been eons since he flirted with a woman. Not to mention, he didn’t want to come across as a creepy, dirty old man.    And, of course, he wanted to remain faithful to his beloved Jacquelyn, even if she was no longer in this world.    Franklin and James finally reached the ice cream truck, and ordered. As the man inside handed them their ice cream cones, he asked Franklin, “Can I get you anything else?”    On a sudden whim--- not to be flirtatious, but to be genuinely kind and thoughtful--- Amanda’s father gestured behind him. “And also whatever these two lovely ladies would like.”    The blonde reacted with surprise, but the little girl squealed, and jumped up and down excitedly as she faced the woman. “Can I get 1 scoop of vanilla and 1 scoop of chocolate in a waffle cone, mom? Pretty please?” Then she turned to Franklin. “Please, mister. Can I?”    Franklin laughed. “I’m ok with that, young lady, as long as your mother is.”    The woman hesitated. “That’s so nice of you, sir. Are you sure?”    “Of course. Just pay it forward someday when you can.”    The blonde’s expression brightened, highlighting her remarkable attractiveness and causing Franklin to experience a further tightening between his legs. “Why, thank you so much. You have completely made our day! Ariana, say ‘thank you’ to the kind gentleman.”    “Thank you, mister!”    Franklin peered down. “You’re very welcome. But you better behave and be nice to your mother, or no ice cream for you next time!”    “I promise, mister.”    Franklin smiled at the duo one final time, and began leading James away. Part of him wished to speak to the blonde some more, but that wasn’t the intent behind buying their ice cream. Franklin wanted to do something nice solely for the sake of being friendly. Somewhat unexpectedly, performing the random act of kindness made him feel good about himself… and it had been a long time since Franklin felt good about anything.    He and James had only walked a short distance away before the woman and her daughter caught up to them. “Sir?”    Franklin turned around, surprised.    “Would your little one like to play with Ariana for a bit? She’s always wanting to make new friends whenever we come to the park.” They both looked hopeful.    Franklin longed to say yes. He found himself wanting, more than anything, to chat with this friendly woman as the children played together. All he truly sought was companionship and friendly conversation.    Franklin was afraid.    “I’m sorry, young miss. I would love to linger, but I need to get my grandson home. My… his parents will be home soon. And I need to get him cleaned up… and… do other things.”    The woman appeared crestfallen, but nodded and smiled. “I completely understand.” She held out her hand, and Franklin tried to keep from trembling as he shook it. “My name is Amber.”    “It’s wonderful to meet you, Amber. I’m Franklin… my friends call me ‘Frank’. And this handsome young man is James.”    “Hi, James. It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” Amber looked back at Franklin. “Do you bring your grandson to this park very often?”    “Two or three times a week. We live just 2 blocks away.”    Amber smiled again, but this time, it was even warmer and friendlier, and much more inviting. “Great! I will definitely keep an eye out for the both of you. Hopefully, the kids can play together next time. Thanks again for the ice cream. It was very nice to meet you, Frank.”    Franklin felt like a smitten young schoolboy. As Amber turned to lead her daughter away, he drank in her sexy profile: the shape of her stacked breasts…. the sleekness of her neck, shoulders, and arms… the curves of her hips… the way her yoga pants clung to her bottom in an extremely flattering way.    “Good-bye, mister!” Ariana called back as she followed her mother.    “Good-bye, Ariana.”    ******************************************************************************    Amber was relieved that Franklin couldn’t see her blush as she led Ariana away. There was something peculiar about the older man, who was stirring feelings in her that was as exciting as it was unexpected. He was obviously old enough to be her father, but didn’t look old enough to be the part. In fact, Franklin possessed a boyish quality, and Amber found his charm enticing and his youthful looks extremely attractive. His polite gesture, along with the request that she pay his kind act forward, impressed Amber and touched her deeply; it was nice to know that there were still men like that in the world. And the sadness that she sensed in Franklin… why did it intrigue her so much?    And why was she so eager to see him again?    Amber was confused, but these were confusing times. She reached for her cell phone and, feeling an adrenaline rush, called her friend. “Hey, girl. I just met the sweetest man…”    ******************************************************************************    Franklin was noticeably more reserved in the days that followed. Something beyond the loss of his spouse was on his mind, but Amanda and I wanted to respect his privacy, and chose not to press the issue.    2 weeks later, we hosted a party at our house for James’ 6th birthday.    Almost 20 of our son’s classmates, as well as their parents and other close family friends, were packed in our home. James excitedly played games and mingled with the other children, but wherever he went, it seemed as though he always had Franklin in tow. Even when my father-in-law urged James to play with his friends, our son was adamant that his grandfather had to join them.    Amanda and I observed them with amusement, and it warmed our hearts.    At one point, Franklin was finally able to break free from the children for a much needed respite. He headed to the backyard for some fresh air, where more children were playing outdoor games and some adults had congregated. As he opened a cooler to retrieve a bottle of water, an attractive female, who just happened to be chatting with Amanda, caught his attention. The woman was fairly tall, about his height, with long, hip-length hair that was unusually bright. Not quite blonde, there was a peculiar orangish tint to her hair.    My father-in-law may have been an older man in his early 60’s, but, like any other man at any age, he almost immediately zeroed in on the woman’s ample bosom and toned ass. It was hard not to notice since she was wearing tight shirt and yoga pants that may as well have been painted on her skin!    Franklin suddenly cocked his head curiously and narrowed his eyes. The woman was young and pretty, and solidly built, but as he studied her more closely, she somehow appeared familiar to him. There was something about those fabulous curves…    Amanda noticed her father and waved him over. At first, he feared that he had been caught red-handed, but when his daughter smiled encouragingly, he approached and tried to act as if nothing was out of the ordinary.    “…so let me introduce you to my father…” Amanda began.    The woman faced the older man and gasped. “Omigod! Frank!”    Franklin eyes widened as he stared into the pretty face. Her naturally pale, unblemished complexion was offset by striking green eyes, poignant cheekbones and chin, and brightly colored yellowish-orange hair. Franklin felt the odd sense of familiarity again, but the young woman was beautiful, and he was certain that he would remember meeting such a stunner, especially in those sexy yoga pants.    Yoga pants…    The older man peered at the woman more closely, as if seeing her for the first time. “A-Amber?” His voice quavered with hesitation.    “Frank!” Amber exclaimed again as she laughed and hugged him warmly.    Amanda demanded incredulously, “You two know each other?”    Amber was still chuckling as she inclined her head. “Remember the man at the park whom I told you about… the one who bought me and ‘Riana ice cream, and asked me to pay it forward? The one with a handsome little boy who just happens to be celebrating his birthday today?”    Amanda looked at her father. “That was you?”    Franklin stammered. “Yes… no… I mean, yes, it was, but….”    His daughter laughed. “Of course it was! That’s totally something you would do!”    The older man squirmed awkwardly, embarrassed. “I had absolutely no idea that you two knew each other.”    But Amanda and Amber were still grinning. “Amber, why didn’t you tell me his name? Or the boy’s?” My wife was expecting that her friend would be meeting our son for the first time today.    Now it was Amber’s turn to flush as she threw Franklin a quick glance. “I.. I guess I thought that it didn’t matter,” she admitted lamely. “And I haven’t seen James yet today to make the connection.”    Amanda was unconvinced by her friend’s words. She suddenly experienced a premonition that almost caused her to burst out in laughter again, but kept those thoughts to herself.    “So,” Franklin began, attempting to change the subject, “how do you two know each other?”    “Amber and I attend the same yoga class and run together on the weekends.”    Franklin surreptitiously glanced at Amber; the woman, like his daughter, was, indeed, fit.    Amanda noticed the furtive look that her father cast, but continued innocently, “And I’ve been trying to coordinate a playdate with James and Ariana since, like, forever.” She grinned at her father. “But it looks like you beat me to it. Will you two please excuse me? I’m going to get the cake ready. I’ll gather everyone in 15 minutes to sing Happy Birthday to James.”    As his daughter abruptly left, Franklin found himself staring awkwardly at the ground to avoid Amber’s eyes. Had he been looking at her, the older man would’ve noticed her similar awkwardness as well. Finally, my father-in-law noted quietly. “You dyed your hair.”    Amanda’s friend pointed to her hair. “Amber.”    It took him a moment to comprehend. “Oh, got it!” He chuckled boyishly. “That’s actually pretty clever!”    Amber laughed, and it was like music to the older man’s ears. “You know, ‘Riana and I have gone back to the park several times looking for you and James.”    Franklin was surprised to hear that. “Really?”    “Really.”    In truth, Franklin had avoided returning to the park with his grandson, for reasons that he couldn’t explain. But he responded good-naturedly, “It’s nice to know that I made such an impression on you.”    “Actually, Frank. You did.”    Franklin found himself blushing and staring at the ground again.    “Hey, mister! You’re the ice cream man!”    Ariana, wearing another adorable dress, came running towards him.    “Well, hello there! I remember you, you’re the prettiest little girl I’ve ever seen!”    But Ariana, distracted by something else, quickly zoomed off in a different direction. Franklin and Amber laughed as they watched her disappear as quickly as she had appeared, and the tension between them suddenly dissipated    “Your little one is a ball of energy like my grandson.”    Amber shook her head wryly. “She gets it all from her father.”    Franklin suddenly felt a small stab in his heart, and swore at himself inwardly. Why are you jealous? She’s a beautiful young woman in the prime of her life, and you’re just a pathetic, lonely old man. He tried to keep his voice level as he asked, “Is your husband here? I’d love to meet him.”    There was a sudden tightening around Amber’s eyes and at the corner of her lips, an unmistakable look of sadness made Franklin immediately regret his question. She was probably divorced or separated, he mused, and hopefully not undergoing a nasty custody battle that---    “My husband passed away last year.”    Franklin felt like he had been punched in the gut and staggered back. He knew it was never smart to assume anything, but it was still a response that he wasn’t expecting. “Amber… I’m so sorry. I had no idea. I’m so sorry… for you and Ariana.” He knew from personal experience that those words were woefully adequate, but there was nothing else that could be said.    Amber blinked away her tears. “It’s ok, Frank. You didn’t know.” She hesitated before continuing, “He… I kissed Brad on his way to work one morning… and the next thing I know, I’m getting a call from the police that he’s gone.” She swallowed hard. “Drunk driver.”    Franklin sighed. The passing of his wife left him as a shell of his former self, but he equally as brokenhearted for Amber, whom he still considered a child in the grand scene of things. He and Jacquelyn were blessed to have spent 30 wonderful years together, and at least he was able to somewhat prepare for her passing. He couldn’t imagine the pain Amber and Ariana must’ve suffered with Brad’s unexpected death.    Amber smiled gently at the older man, who appeared on the verge of breaking down. “I don’t expect you to remember, and I didn’t recognize you at the park since you look so different now… you’ve lost so much weight, Frank… but I was at your wife’s funeral.”    He looked up in surprise.    “Amanda helped me through some really dark times after Brad’s death. She was always there for me… helped me get my head back on straight. Your daughter was, and is, a true friend. And when her mother… your wife… passed away, I wanted to be there for her, too.” Amber’s tone grew even softer as Franklin began to tremble. “I saw you from a distance at the funeral. I wanted to speak to you, to let you know that you weren’t alone because I understood your pain… your loss. But it looked like you needed to be with your family. I’m sorry, Frank. I regret not saying something to you that day.”    Franklin steeled himself and wouldn’t let his emotions overwhelm him. Not in front of his daughter’s friend, who was as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside, and definitely not at his grandson’s birthday party. “Thank you, Amber. That means as much to me now as I’m sure it did to Amanda.” He suddenly grinned, and added self-deprecatingly in an effort to lighten the mood, “Yea, I was probably a little unapproachable that day.”    Despite herself, the woman laughed.    “Has it gotten any easier?”    A distant expression appeared on Amber’s face. “Some mornings are better than others. Some days, I can get by without crying. You and I both know that we’ll never get over it no matter how much time passes. But the way I see it, we still have people who love us and need us, right? If that’s not a reason to keeping dragging yourself out of bed in the morning… ”    Franklin watched wordlessly as James and Adriana raced across his line of sight at that precise moment, giggling and running hand in hand. In the background, he could also his beautiful daughter--- his little girl whom he cherished as much as his late wife--- and his son-in-law mingling with the other guests. And he suddenly realized that Amber’s words rang true. He would never stop grieving for his wife, and she would always be with him in spirit.    But perhaps it was ok to start moving on.    “Thank you for opening up to me, Amber. I’m really glad that we came across each other at the park.”    “Me, too.” That hopeful look that Franklin had seen on her face over weeks ago reappeared. “Maybe we can finally set up that playdate for Ariana and James.”    Franklin smiled and his entire being was uplifted. Amber was his daughter’s friend, but he couldn’t help but feel that this was start of an unexpected but fitting friendship.    “I’d like that, Amber.”    ******************************************************************************    Amanda was intently observing her father and dear friend from afar when I almost ran into her carrying our son’s birthday cake. She smirking, and I knew too well that her devious mind was plotting something. Despite my hurry, I stopped dead in my tracks. “Mandy, what are you doing?” I asked suspiciously.    My wife turned to me, and her grin grew even broader. “Remember how I told you that Amber was gushing about some guy whom she met at the park?”    “Yea,” I replied cautiously.    “That was my father!”    “What! You mean, like, your dad?”    “No, I was referring to my other father.” Amanda slugged me in the shoulder, and I nearly dropped the cake. “Yes, silly, I mean my father!”    “Whoa, that’s crazy. What a small world.”    “I know, right? It’s almost like…”    When she left her sentence hanging and looked back at Franklin and Amber, who were leaning in close to each other as they conversed, I had a sneaking suspicion of what my wife was planning.    “Amanda.” My voice filled with concern. “I know what you’re thinking, and I don’t know if---“    But she cut me off. “Come on, babe. Don’t just stand around with the cake. It’s time to gather everyone and sing Happy Birthday.”    I simply shook my head as Amanda hurried off to locate James.    ******************************************************************************    In the weeks that followed, Franklin and Amber routinely met 2 to 3 times per week with the children. At first, they rendezvoused at the park, but they began branching out to other places, like the local museum and zoo, and even the lake.    Amanda continued to observe them, and she appeared happier than ever as the curious relationship between Franklin and Amber blossomed. When my wife would ask her father how his day with Amber went, he would unfailingly provide a terse, generic response. But it was obvious that he had a schoolboy crush on her.    Amanda’s conversations with Amber about her father were much different. Her friend continued to glowingly rave about Franklin… what a gentleman he was, how wonderful he was with the children, and how kind and generous he was. Amber even let it slip several times that she thought Amanda’s father was extremely handsome!    It was that precise moment when my wife realized that she had to play matchmaker.    “Mandy, are you sure?” I asked uneasily when she revealed her intentions to me. “This is your father we’re talking about. And one of your best friends. I know they each just lost someone important, and of course you want the best for them. But… I dunno, I guess I want you to be sure that this is the right thing to do, and that this isn’t a knee-jerk reaction.”    “I know setting my dad up with Amber sounds crazy, but if you saw how they fawn over each other… heard the way Amber constantly sings his praises, you’d understand. I get it, it’s my father and he’s way older than her, but they’re perfect together. It just feels so right.”    “Always playing the matchmaker, aren’t you, Mandy?” I said to which we both grinned knowingly. After all, my wife had willingly set me up with Piper, the hot babysitter, in the past [“The Hot Babysitter Chapter 1”].    At this point, who was I to judge what a “normal” relationship was? I didn’t know Amber very well, but there was no doubt that she was still hurting from the death of her husband. And I was very much aware that my father-in-law was still struggling over the loss of his wife. If two lonely people could find companionship with each other--- despite their age, race, religion, or political views--- then the world would undoubtedly be a happier place.    Besides, the sincerity and emotion were palpable in my wife’s voice, and I adored her too much to ever dissuade her from following her heart. “Let’s do it.”    Amanda swiftly flew into my arms and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks, babe. I needed to hear that. I love you so much.”    “I love you, too, Mandy. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Or James.” I thought of my mother-in-law and the fragility of life, and the mere notion of attempting to exist without my family nearly overwhelmed me. She saw my fearful expression and kissed me again, this time on the lips, more deeply and much more passionately.    Amanda led me to our bedroom.    ******************************************************************************    My family met Amber and her daughter for brunch the following Saturday. We had planned to spend the day at the aquarium, and this would be the first time that the 5 of us went anywhere together. My father-in-law resisted at first, brusquely stating that this get-together “was for you young kids”. But after Amanda wheedled and cajoled him--- and subtly prodded him by telling him that Amber really wanted to him to come--- he eventually relented.    It was a magnificent spring afternoon, so we met Amber and Ariana at an outdoor café first for lunch. We all chatted merrily (while doing our best to prevent the James and Ariana from wreaking havoc), but even I noticed Franklin and Amber often casting furtive smiles at each other. It was easy to understand why my father-in-law couldn’t keep his eyes off his daughter’s friend. Amber was wearing a tight top and equally snug jeans that proudly flaunted her sexy, curvy body.    Perhaps 45 minutes later, way beyond the limitations of patience for two extremely energetic children, we finally rose to leave and head to the aquarium.    “’’Riana and I will meet you there,” Amber informed us.    My wife’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “Ariana,” Amanda suddenly said to the little girl, “why don’t you come with us? see this website Your mom and Mister Franklin have some things to do, so they’ll catch up with us later. And you can sit next to James in the car.”    “Yea!” James and Ariana cried gleefully as they ran into each other’s arms.    Amber and Franklin looked in confusion at Amanda, who flashed me a lopsided grin as she ushered the children towards me. “Babe, why don’t you go ahead and pack up the kids first? I brought an extra booster seat for Ariana, it’s in the trunk. I’ll be right there.”    “Sure, Mandy.” I quickly herded them away.    “Um, what’s going on, sweetheart?” Franklin asked his daughter warily.    “Consider this as a gift of adult alone time for you and Amber.”    “What!” they exclaimed simultaneously.    “Adult alone time. You know, time away from the kids. Just the two of you.” My wife was doing a remarkable job of keeping a straight face.    Amber’s expression changed from confusion to surprise then to gratitude all within a heartbeat. But Franklin’s eyes narrowed. He turned to Amber. “Please excuse us for a moment.” Without waiting for a response, he led his daughter a short distance away. “Ok, Amanda. What’s this about?” he demanded when they were out of earshot.    “I thought I already explained everything.”    “Yes, yes. ‘Adult alone time’, I know. What are you really up to?”    Amanda feigned innocence. “Why, whatever do you mean, daddy?”    “I know how you think, girl. Let me be blunt: I feel like you’re setting us up on a date.”    My wife shrugged with exaggerated nonchalance. “I mean, if you two want to call it that…”    “Are you crazy?” Franklin exploded. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Amber had snapped her head in their direction, so he lowered his voice. “Are you crazy?” He repeated. “You’re my daughter. And she’s your friend!”    “Dad, that’s sort of the point.”    “No, Amanda. I think you’re missing the actual point; Amber is young enough to be my daughter, too! And never mind the fact that your mother is probably rolling in her grave right now.” Franklin briefly stepped away to angrily pace in a circle before returning to his daughter, who hadn’t moved and was waiting patiently. “Amanda, why would you do this? Why would you try to do something so crazy? I didn’t ask for this.”    My wife stood resolutely and answered calmly, “First of all, I don’t think mom is rolling over in her grave right now. I think she’s looking down on us, and if she could speak to you at this very moment, I know she would tell you that she wants you to be happy, and for you to move on with your life.”    Franklin appeared as though he had just been punched in the gut, but his daughter relentlessly continued.    “And second of all, yes, my friend is young enough to be your daughter. But so what? We’re simply having a conversation about two grownups spending time with each other, right? I mean, you’re both consenting adults.”    Her father stammered, “Well, yes, but…” He sighed deeply. “Your mother… I don’t know… it’s too soon…”    “Dad, it’s ok,” Amanda told him gently. “We love having you around and appreciate everything you do for us, but we also want you to get back to living your own life… to get back to living a life. My intent isn’t to force anything on you and Amber. But I know you’re starting to have feelings for her. And she likes you a lot, too.”    Franklin eyes widened. “Really? She said that?”    “Not in so many words, but she raves about you and talks about you like no other man since her husband. Trust me, daddy, it’s a woman’s intuition.”    But Amanda’s father still appeared extremely uncomfortable. “I don’t know, sweetheart. This is crazy. It feels wrong on so many different levels.”    “Like I said, you and Amber are just 2 consenting adults hanging out each other. And whatever happens… happens.”    Amanda felt guilty for causing her father so much turmoil, but she loved him dearly. It was obvious that he and her friend were attracted to each other, and my wife desperately wanted them to be happy again. Their pairing seemed so perfect to her, and considering that they had met each other so randomly told Amanda that it was perhaps destiny. Furthermore, their significant age gap didn’t concern her as it might’ve some other person.    After all, Amanda was aware she wasn’t one to judge the virtues of a relationship when she herself had slept with a small horde of men and women outside of our marriage [“Sharing My Wife Amanda” series]. My wife had even engaged in an illicit affair--- with my blessing--- with her former boss Glenn, who was even older than her father, [“Sharing My Wife Amanda Chapter 2”], so she wasn’t about to be a hypocrite.    Finally, my wife played her last card. “Besides, daddy. I think Amber needs your company as much as you need hers.”    Franklin unconsciously looked over at his daughter’s friend, who was regarding them with uncertainty. There was something about the young woman’s vulnerability that tore at him and made him want to reach out and comfort her.    She’s so beautiful…    Amber gave them a hopeful look, and Franklin found himself smiling at her encouragingly. He turned back to his daughter. “Amanda, are you sure about this? I mean, have you really thought this through?”    “More than you realize.”    Franklin sighed. “You’re just like your mother. I love you so much. I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t… if you weren’t….” He couldn’t bring himself to finish his thought. “No matter how old you get, you’ll always be my little girl.”    Amanda held back her tears. “Go to Amber.”    Franklin turned and slowly walked towards his daughter’s beautiful, voluptuous friend, and Amanda trailed closely behind.    Amber was eying them cautiously. “Is everything ok?”    “Yes… yes, it is.” Franklin told her. He swallowed hard. “I was hoping that we could take my daughter up on her offer… and go someplace together. That is, if you’re ok with leaving Ariana---“    “I’d LOVE that,” Amber interjected quickly.    Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Franklin found himself blushing and feeling like a young, infatuated schoolboy all over again; it was a wonderful feeling. “And where would you like to go, miss?”    Amber smiled wholeheartedly. “Anywhere.”    Amanda mentally high-fived herself. Aloud, she said, “Well, I better go catch up to my husband before he loses James and Ariana. You kids have fun, we’ll meet you back at our place later tonight.”    Amber reached out and squeezed her friend’s hand. Thank you, she mouthed.    Amanda watched as her father and dear friend disappeared into the crowd, walking away while holding hands.    ******************************************************************************    Franklin felt his daughter’s eyes upon them as he and Amber departed hand-in-hand. His heart pounded and his mouth was dry. “So… where to?”    Amber gave him the response that he was hoping for, yet still never expected: “Let’s go back to my place.”    ******************************************************************************    I was still attempting to get the children situated in the car when Amanda returned. She was misty-eyed but smiling.    “Mission accomplished?”    “Mission accomplished.”    With James and Ariana buckled in, we climbed into the car. Amanda wore such a proud, satisfied look on her face that I was loathe to voice my misgivings. The potential issues with Franklin and Amber were obvious, and whether they ended up together or not was almost irrelevant. My wife wanted so badly for them to be happy and for their budding relationship to work. It was naïve of her to set them up together because they had both lost loved ones, but Amanda’s heart was in the right place, and she always wanted the best for those she cared about. It was one of the many reasons why I loved her so much.    “I love you, Mandy.” The words were simple, but she understood their depth.    “I love you, too, babe.”    ******************************************************************************    Franklin and Amber were still holding hands when she led him into her living room.    “Frank, would you like a drink?”    “Yes, that’d be great.” His adrenalin made him speak hurriedly.    “I’ll be right back. Make yourelf at home.”    Franklin sat down on a plush couch. Amber was only gone for a moment when she returned with 2 bottles of beer, and sat next to him. She handed him one, and said quietly, “Cheers.”    They clinked bottles, took a long drink, and then stared at each silently.    “What now?” Franklin asked awkwardly. Their conversation on the way here had been casual, and he was certain that Amber didn’t know what to expect any more than he did.    “Let me ask you this: what do you want to happen?”    He let out a mournful sigh. “As if you couldn’t tell what an old man like me would want from a beautiful girl like you.”    “I’ll take that as a compliment, Frank. I’m genuinely touched.”    When Franklin didn’t react, Amber reached out and squeezed his hand.    “Amber, I’m not sure what I’m doing here. My daughter… she didn’t warn me about any of this.”    “I didn’t know Amanda was planning this, either. But I’m glad she did.”    Amber inched closer and placed her hand on Franklin’s inner thigh. He could detect her fragrance, and the wondrous curves of her breasts were just mere inches from him. Her touch and smell caused his body to react in a predictable way: he was getting aroused. But while the memory of his late wife was still foremost in his thoughts, Amber’s well-being had become important to Franklin, too.    He didn’t want to hurt her; he hesitated.    “I know, Franklin. I know. You feel like you’ll never get over the loss. You think you’ll never love anyone ever again. And worst of all, you feel like you’re being unfaithful whenever you look at someone else.”    “Yes,” the older man choked.    Amber averted her eyes. “It’s just that… I really like you, Frank. When ‘Riana and I first met you at the park… what you did for us, what you said to us… I knew right away that you’re a wonderful man. That you’re special. And the fact that Amanda, who’s the sweetest human being I’ve ever met, is your daughter just confirms everything I feel about you. I think we can have something special.”    “Amber,” Franklin began gently. “Listen to what you just said. You’re friends with my daughter. Your daughter plays with my grandson! You’re probably the same age as Amanda. You’re... what? 30, 31?”    “28.”    Franklin swore, jumped up, and began pacing. “I’m over twice your age! I’m robbing, literally, robbing the cradle,” he groaned forlornly.    “You know, Frank. I am an adult.”    “To me, you’re just a kid. Amber, you’re young and beautiful. You’re so fun to be around and you can have any man you want. You’re the kind of girl that an old man like me fantasizes about… but I’m not for you. I mean, what kind of future would we have together? Are you going to tell people that I’m your boyfriend? You and my daughter have mutual friends, right? What would either of you say when we’re all out in public, and people start asking questions?” A horrible thought occurred to him. “What would you say to Ariana?”    “Frank, you’re thinking way too fast and way too far ahead. I’m not asking you to take my husband’s place. You talk about the future. Well, the future can be whatever we want it to be. It can be next week, next month, next year… it can even be just for one night. We can make things last as long as we want… no more and no less.”    “And after that, then what? We just go our separate ways?” Franklin had been with the same woman for over three decades, and the idea of casual sex that Amber was apparently alluding to was an alien concept to him.    “I’m lonely, Frank. I know Brad and Jacquelyn haven’t been gone for very long… but I’m so lonely. I just want someone to hold me, to touch me… to feel wanted again.”    Franklin shoulders slumped and he couldn’t look his daughter’s friend in the eye. Amber struck a chord in him because he realized that he felt exactly the same way. Nor had he grown accustomed to sleeping alone at night.    The older man sighed. “Amber…”    “Hold me, Frank.”    Franklin held his arms wide open, and the younger woman was on him a moment later. Like a key in its lock, she felt so perfect in his embrace. But he hadn’t touched a woman in so long--- much less a woman who wasn’t his wife--- that it felt simultaneously wonderful and awkward.    Amber gazed deeply into his eyes, and there was much emotion contained within. “Frank, I don’t want to be alone tonight.”    “Neither do I.”    And just like that, Franklin’s remaining defense crumbled, and he found himself kissing his daughter’s friend with a pent up passion that matched her own. Amber mashed her lips onto his, and her tongue snaked into his mouth. He couldn’t remember the last time Jacquelyn had kissed him this ferociously and, despite his guilt, found himself giving in to his arousal.    As they continued to kiss, Franklin’s hands slowly drifted to Amber’s hips. He slowly slid them downward until his palms were flush against her curvy ass. When she didn’t flinch, Franklin gave her bottom a gentle squeeze. The older man was surprised by his own boldness, but their continued kissing and the woman’s soft moans spurred him on.    Amber suddenly pulled away, and Franklin feared that he had gone too far. But she asked softly, “Frank… do you want me?”    There was no point in lying. Even if Amber couldn’t feel his erection pressing against her right now, his feelings were obvious. “God, Amber. Yes, very much so. More than anything in the world right now.” She smiled gratefully, and it melted the older man’s heart. However, he was still unsure about the entire situation. “But I don’t know if it’s----“    Amber cut him off by placing her index finger over his lips. “I want you, too, Frank.” Hearing those words from this young, beautiful woman made Franklin ache in his pants. She continued, “I know you’re nervous; I am, too. But I’ll make this very easy for you.”    Amber began unbuckling his pants.    “Fuck,” the older man swore. Franklin seldom cursed, but he was so mesmerized by the sight of her dropping to her knees that he was completely caught off guard. Is this really happening?    Amber looked up at him seriously, and began stroking his erection to further hardness.    Yes…yes it is!    Amber’s eyes widened as her lover’s cock swiftly expanded and elongated in her hand. The skin was somewhat leathery, but when it was fully engorged and hard, it was as big and smooth as any erection that she had ever seen. Amber had never been with a much older man before, and for whatever reason she was actually surprised at Franklin’s impressive size.    Her mouth suddenly began to salivate.    Franklin watched in mute excitement as Amber opened her mouth, then arched his back as moaned as his penis slid down her throat. Unsure of what to do or how to react, and not wanting to inadvertently hurt his new love or make her choke, he stood as still as a statue as Amber commenced his blowjob. Keeping his arms at his sides, the older man simply looked down and watched as her head slowly slid up and down the length of his shaft. Amber kept a nice, steady rhythm, and her occasional moans and slurping made Franklin quiver in her mouth.    At one point, Amber’s red hair fell over her face, forcing her to tuck the silky strands behind one ear. On a sudden impulse, Franklin reached down and gently bunched her hair in a ponytail, enabling him to observe his manhood disappearing into her lips. Strangely, it also gave him a wild sense of exhilaration as his daughter’s friend remained on her knees before him. He boldly palmed the back of Amber’s head and began guiding her movements. She felt his guidance, and murmured in approval.    Franklin loved his wife and cherished her memory. Emotionally, spiritually, and physically speaking, they had enjoyed an absolutely wonderful marriage, but it had been years since he had enjoyed oral sex, and he couldn’t recall ever receiving a blowjob from Jacquelyn as mind-blowing as Amber was giving him right now.    To his amazement, Franklin realized that he was already about to cum.    Frantically, he pushed Amber away. She fell back on her haunches and looked at him with concern even as she wiped the corner of her mouth with a forearm. “What happened? Did I hurt you?”    “Hurt me? God no, Amber! You’re an absolute goddess! But I was about to lose it and didn’t want to explode in your mouth!”    Amber rose and smiled sweetly at him. “That’s why I like you so much, Frank. You’re such a gentlemen.” Her eyes narrowed and her expression grew sly. “I would’ve swallowed every last drop, you know.”    “My god!”    “Make love to me, Frank.”    He swallowed hard. “Yes… I want you so badly, Amber.”    They couldn’t even make it to the bedroom. “Sit down on the couch.”    Franklin obeyed, but first reached down to pull up his pants.    “Leave them off.”    With his still-erect penis glistening, dripping, and quivering in the air, Franklin stepped out of his pants and sat down. Then Amber approached until she stood mere inches before him. Their positions were suddenly reversed and now she was looking down on him, and the older man suddenly felt small and powerless.    Amber began to take off her clothes.    Franklin murmured in admiration as the beautiful woman peeled her top over her head and casually tossed it aside, letting her ample chest spring into view. Without missing a beat, Amber undid her skintight jeans and stepped out of them as well. She was soon standing before her man, clad in nothing by a silky black bra and matching panties.    But Amber didn’t stop; she reached behind her back to unclasp the bra, letting it drop to the floor.    Franklin exhaled sharply as Amber’s magnificent C-cup breasts were finally exposed. He had fantasized about those luscious tits ever since he had laid eyes on her, but never in his wildest imagination--- and he had fantasized about Amber a LOT--- did he ever expect that he would actually see them.    Amber suddenly turned around so that her back was to Franklin. Bending slightly at the waist, she smoothly shimmied out of her panties, giving him a face-full of her round, moon-shaped ass. The older man only had a brief moment to stare and gawk at it before she turned back around.    Franklin swore again. Amber’s vagina was completely shaved and barren of any pubic hair, which he found enormously enticing. But he looked into her eyes. “You are so amazingly beautiful, Amber.”    He saw that look of grateful appreciation flash across her face again, and for a moment he thought that Amber might cry. But instead, she planted her hand on his chest and nudged him backwards so that he was slumped at the edge of the couch. Her eyes never left his as she climbed onto him and straddled his lap.    “What are you doing?” The older man fought to keep his voice calm.    “I told you that I was going to make this easy for you, Frank. Just sit back and relax, and let me do all the work.”    Franklin felt pangs of guilt at being with another woman, but a large part of him that wanted to cry in exultation to the heavens.    Amber leaned in and pressed her forehead to his. Then she slowly began to undulate her hips, rubbing Franklin’s erection against his belly as she sandwiched it between their bodies. The sensation was exquisite, like a hand or mouth masturbating his penis, and Franklin rolled his head back and sighed contently. But Amber enveloped his head with her arms, caressing his face against her bosom.    Franklin abruptly found his face buried in Amber’s chest. Her large breasts were so firm and perfect, and he reached out to squeeze one he as he puckered his lips and began sucking on the nipple like a baby. Amber cooed softly and continued to rub against him.    However, it wasn’t long before she reached down and gave his erection a gentle tug. Franklin started at the touch then gasped in shock as he felt the tip of his penis penetrating the entrance of Amber’s vagina as she slowly lowered herself onto him.    The older man squirmed, but Amber soothingly whispered in his ear, “It’s ok, Frank. Don’t be scared. I’ll be good to you, I promise. We’ll take things nice and slow.”    “Amber, are you sure about this?” Despite the fact that they were alone, he was whispering, too. “I don’t want you to hate me afterwards. And I don’t want to ruin your friendship with my daughter.”    “I’m sure, Frank. I need this. And I want you. Badly.”    Knowing that they might very well regret the potential repercussions, Franklin gently latched onto Amber’s hips and gently eased her down, impaling her on his erection. The couple let out an explosive sigh together.    Their lovemaking started off slow and gentle. Amber’s body rose and fell onto Franklin’s shaft like a piston as she rode him like a cowgirl. He could feel her clenching her inner muscles, which provided even more powerful stimulation to his penis, and Franklin, in turn, kept the lower half of his body tighten as he bridged, subtly pressing upward into Amber’s body to increase the depth of penetration.    Gradually, however, Amber quickened her pace as her lust began to intensify. Franklin couldn’t do much else but stare up at the beautiful girl in admiration as she made love to him. She looked down at him as her hair tossed in the air, and her smile was wicked and sultry. Knowing that Franklin couldn’t keep his eyes off her bouncing breasts, Amber cupped the undersides and pressed them together, putting on an additional show for him. Franklin’s eyes bulged as he watched, feeling a powerful orgasm building up in his loins.    “Touch them,” Amber panted even as she rode him more enthusiastically. When the older man hesitated, she took his hands and placed them onto her breasts.    Franklin squeezed hard.    “Oh fuck, Amber. Stop! I can’t hold it!” The older man expected her to immediately jump off his lap, but to his utmost surprised, she increased her pace! He frantically attempted to nudge the Amber away, and clenched his pelvic floor muscles in an attempt to delay his ejaculation. “Amber! Stop! I said I can’t hold it!”    “Cum for me, Franklin! I need you. I want to feel you inside of me.”    “Oh god!”    Franklin began pumping his lower half upward to meet Amber’s own motions, and the result was the dull thud of two bodies repeatedly colliding together. The older man had no chance; with a howl, his semen jetted into his lover’s womb, an orgasm so intense that the surge almost brought him to tears.    His action, however, created its own reaction within Amber. Her entire body trembled as she whimpered, and Franklin felt her inner muscles constrict around his erection followed immediately by a sudden gush of warm wetness in an intense climax that rivaled his.    Finally achieving ecstasy in her release, Amber cried gloriously to the heavens, and collapsed upon her lover, sweating profusely and gasping.    Franklin knew the young woman was exhausted, and he fiercely hugged her close, their hearts pounding against each other. Although the mere touch was stimulating his arousal once again, all Franklin wanted to do at that moment was hold Amber and bask in the wonderful afterglow of their union.    ******************************************************************************    Amber had removed the rest of Franklin’s clothes, and they now lay together on their sides in a spoon position. The couch was just long enough, and the older man wrapped his arms around her affectionately. Franklin lightly glided his fingertips up and down her naked body, marveling at her warmth… the unblemished smoothness of her skin… the sexy firmness of her voluptuous figure. Amber occasionally shift as she half-dozed, inadvertently rubbing her bottom against the underside of her penis and keeping it firm.    As he lay there with his new love, Franklin realized just how much he missed holding someone in bed. Such a simple thing, yet it made him so happy beyond comprehension. Even more importantly, it had him feel alive once more.    Franklin wanted to wake Amber and make love to her again, but, like the gentleman that he was, he let her rest.    ******************************************************************************    It was almost an hour later when the vibration of Amber’s cell phone roused the snoozing couple. Amber immediately began to stir and rose, but Franklin held onto her possessively. “Don’t go.”    “Just let me check to make sure ‘Riana is ok. Then I’ll come right back.” The beautiful woman quickly rose and went to her phone, which was on a nearby coffee table. She quickly scanned the text message. “Sounds like the kids are having fun… Amanda wants to know if my daughter can stay over at their place tonight.”    Franklin sighed inwardly, and also started to rise. He wanted desperately to remain with Amber, but it was time to return home and help his daughter and son-in-law with the children.    Family first.    But Amber continued, “Amanda also told me to tell you that she loves you, and that she’ll see you tomorrow.”    Franklin froze. “What?”      Amber didn’t respond, she merely smiled at her dear friend’s father, who suddenly began to grin sheepishly.    “You and Jacquelyn raised a wonderful daughter, Frank.”    “I know. Amanda is the kindest, gentlest soul I’ve ever known. She takes so much after her mother.”    Amber didn’t detect any pain or sense or loss in his tone, and realized that Franklin had just given his daughter the highest compliment that he possibly could. “So will you stay with me tonight?”    The older man slowly nodded. “Only if I have an invite.”    “Consider this to be a standing open invite until otherwise noted.”    The new couple laughed together. “I don’t have a change of clothes, though.”    Amber arched an eyebrow. “What makes you think you’ll need them?”    That sent a jolt through Franklin’s penis, and he crooked his finger at her. “Come here, girl. You did the heavy lifting earlier, now it’s my turn to return the favor.”    The curvy woman approached him, but stopped. “Frank?”    “Yes?”    “Thank you. I… I didn’t realize how badly I needed this.”    “Me, too, Amber. And I thank you, as well.”    They looked at each other and shared the same thought: their pairing was an odd one, and they wouldn’t be together now if life would’ve proceeded the way it was supposed to. So many things were aligned against them: Franklin was over twice Amber’s age, she was a young mother to a 5 year old daughter, and they were still grief-stricken over the loss of their spouses. But somehow, they were perfect together. Perhaps their future together would only last until the morning, but that was ok.    Knowing how fragile and fleeting that life could be, all that mattered was the present.    Amber yelped in surprise then began giggling girlishly as Franklin scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. Then, with the virility of a much younger man, he made love to her countless more times.    They didn’t put their clothes back on until the next morning.    ******************************************************************************    Epilogue.    Amanda was sitting at the kitchen table when Franklin tiptoed in.    “Hi, daddy,” she greeted him loudly.    “Oh, hey. Hi, honey.”    It was barely 6am, and Amber had just dropped Franklin off at home. She kissed him before he stepped out of the car, and the older man could still taste her essence on his lips. He already missed her profusely, but knew that she’d be back in just a few hours, when her daughter would be awake. But right now, his daughter wasn’t bothering to hide her amusement, and he squirmed guiltily.    Clearly, Franklin wasn’t expecting Amanda to already be awake. And considering that he was attempting to sneak into her house, he felt that odd role reversal between parent and child.    “You’re up early,” she commented innocently.    He gave her a wry smile. “It’s more like I’m up late.”    They both laughed.    “Did you have fun with Amber?” Franklin’s daughter asked as she gestured towards the empty seat next to her.    Franklin was silent as he sat down. He wasn’t sure how much he should reveal to his daughter or how much she was ready to hear. “I did,” he answered slowly.    Amanda waited. “And…?”    “And what?”    My wife was struggling not to chuckle. “And will you and Amber be going out on another date?”    “You know, I don’t really consider last night a date…”    “Oh, stop. I know I’m your daughter, but we’re both adults. And so is Amber.”    “What’s that supposed to mean?” Franklin suddenly felt defensive.    “It means that I understand that the two of you have gotten close.” Amanda paused for dramatic effect, then spoke slowly, drawing out each word. “Like, really close.” She couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sorry, daddy. But Amber called me last night while you were asleep and filled me in.” Then she grinned. “Girls like to talk and gossip, you know. That’s what we do.”    Franklin blushed. They may have been adults, but it was still awkward for him to discuss his sex life with his own daughter. He was about to stammer a response, but there was no use hiding the truth. Instead, it was time to be open and candid. “So how do you feel about your old man sleeping with your best friend?”    “If I had a problem with it, then I wouldn’t have tried so hard to set you up with her, would I?”    Franklin had to concede her point. For some reason, he suddenly didn’t feel as uncomfortable talking to his daughter about these things anymore. “Thank you, Amanda. For being there for me when you’re mother died. For letting me stay with you and your family. For making sure I didn’t fall too deep into a hole. For forcing me to return to the land of the living.”    Amanda hugged her father as hard as she ever had. “Of course, daddy. I love you.”    Franklin placed his arm around her, temporarily unable to speak. He had always regarded his daughter as his “little girl”, and it struck him to the very core that she was a grown woman who was certainly wiser and more insightful than her years. While that realization wasn’t nearly as painful as his wife’s death, he still experienced a further sense of loss.    Needing to change the subject, he asked, “You really don’t mind if I continue seeing Amber?”    “Not at all. But from now on, I want you both to keep the intimate details of your relationship to yourselves. You are my father, after all.”    Franklin and Amanda stared at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing.    ******************************************************************************    Thank you so much for reading “Mandy the Matchmaker”. I’ve never written about loss like this, and it was a completely different type of story for me. Way out of my norm. I really hope you enjoyed it. -Syzoth 

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