I was forty five, divorced for the last eight years and was not seeing anyone. I kept busy with running a construction company and found that it was easier to go home than to look for a friend I could connect with. Having tried dating a few times I was a little pickier than I used to be. My daughter Carol was seventeen, in high school and I would get her for every other weekend. Carol kept bugging me all the time to go out and find someone but I put her off saying I would when I found time to date. Carol was dating off and on but had no steady boyfriend. I enjoyed her time with me and we’d go out to dinner or the movies a lot. Carol shocked me one day during our bantering by asking what I did for sex if I didn’t date.


“You don’t really want to know about my sex life or nearly the lack of one.” I told her. We had joked about sex as Carol was growing up and had our talk about safe sex, I had let my ex wife do the sex talk with Carol. Carol had asked questions about different things about sex over the years but nothing that was personal.


“Dad you are a great looking guy and I wish you would get out more, maybe get laid once in a while.” Carol was blushing badly by the time she finished saying that.


“I get it every once in a while.” I told her.


“Really, it must be very seldom as your truck is always at home when I come by.” Carol and my ex only live a block away and I had no idea that Carol was keeping tabs on me.


“Whenever I’m down town and I have time, I go to a massage parlor and I get some relief there.” I had Carols attention now, I could see her mulling over that fact and questions popping into her head. Shit what have I started by telling her that, now she will want more facts. Carol always wanted to know the smallest detail of how things work and would ask questions until she understood things to her liking. Her curiousness always had us discussing all kinds of issues over the years but nothing where this was heading.


Her first question I kind of expected. “So what happens at a massage parlor?”


“Well you get a massage, like a rub and tug.” I stammered trying to find a quick answer.


“You mean a hand job, Dad? So do you just go in there and pay for a hand job?”


I knew now I had better explain some of the facts because she would ask until all the details would be out in the open anyway. I told her I’d go in pick a girl from a book of pictures, then pay for a room with or without a hot tub and choose how long I wished the girl for. I told her once we were in the room I tipped the girl for services, sort of like a gift and that was all there was to it.


“That’s not as simply as you make it sound Dad. Can I ask some things about this or don’t you want to talk about it?” Carol asked. I was forty five, divorced for the last eight years and was not seeing anyone. I kept busy with running a construction company and found that it was easier to go home than to look for a friend I could connect with. Having tried dating a few times I was a little pickier than I used to be. My daughter Carol was seventeen, in high school and I would get her for every other weekend. Carol kept bugging me all the time to go out and find someone but I put her off saying I would when I found time to date. Carol was dating off and on but had no steady boyfriend. I enjoyed her time with me and we’d go out to dinner or the movies a lot. Carol shocked me one day during our bantering by asking what I did for sex if I didn’t date.


“You don’t really want to know about my sex life or nearly the lack of one.” I told her. We had joked about sex as Carol was growing up and had our talk about safe sex, I had let my ex wife do the sex talk with Carol. Carol had asked questions about different things about sex over the years but nothing that was personal.


“Dad you are a great looking guy and I wish you would get out more, maybe get laid once in a while.” Carol was blushing badly by the time she finished saying that.


“I get it every once in a while.” I told her.


“Really, it must be very seldom as your truck is always at home when I come by.” Carol and my ex only live a block away and I had no idea that Carol was keeping tabs on me.


“Whenever I’m down town and I have time, I go to a massage parlor and I get some relief there.” I had Carols attention now, I could see her mulling over that fact and questions popping into her head. Shit what have I started by telling her that, now she will want more facts. Carol always wanted to know the smallest detail of how things work and would ask questions until she understood things to her liking. Her curiousness always had us discussing all kinds of issues over the years but nothing where this was heading.


Her first question I kind of expected. “So what happens at a massage parlor?”


“Well you get a massage, like a rub and tug.” I stammered trying to find a quick answer.


“You mean a hand job, Dad? So do you just go in there and pay for a hand job?”


I knew now I had better explain some of the facts because she would ask until all the details would be out in the open anyway. I told her I’d go in pick a girl from a book of pictures, then pay for a room with or without a hot tub and choose how long I wished the girl for. I told her once we were in the room I tipped the girl for services, sort of like a gift and that was all there was to it.


“That’s not as simply as you make it sound Dad. Can I ask some things about this or don’t you want to talk about it?” Carol asked.


I sighed because I knew Carol would not give up once she wanted to know something.