Jessie grabbed the shampoo and started returning the favor but couldn’t reach my head as easily, so I sat down on the bench in front of her while she massaged my bristled scalp. Xxnx I thought I had a handle on the whole female reproductive process, until I had to determine whether Jessie needed slims or semi-wide, or if the ones with wings came with landing gear or you had to buy that separately. Of course, she came to me as nervous as any young girl telling her single father that she needed to go to the store and buy pads, but my own ineptitude at portraying the calm and supportive father while having a total meltdown inside my head, was so comical that Jessie started laughing so hard that she didn’t recover until we were half way to the store.
