Alice is in my daughter's room, sitting on the bed and reading the bible. She looks a lot like my daughter right now, especially with her legs crossed, revealing a bit more of her thighs for me to see.

With her costume, she is supposed to be a hot nun. I mean just a nun, who wears very s.e.xy clothes.

Honestly, how did her father manage to not bust a nut, seeing her like that? Perhaps due to the G.o.dly fear of her mother. Or perhaps he already did all over the bathroom like me. I mean like Richard before me. Hah!

"Is there something wrong, Mr. Wilson?"

Alice questions after I practically barge into the room and stare at her wide-eye. She eludes a form of s.e.xiness that is not the same as my daughter. A more mature kind, but still as innocent as my daughter.

d.a.m.n. I can't wait to get into her pants.

Why should I let a little holy cross stop me from f.u.c.king her a.s.s? In fact, I want to repay her for burning my hand.

b.o.o.boob.o.o.b.o.o.b.s.

Just kidding. I am worry about the cross. If it can hurt me, it can definitely kill me… again. Can I actually die again, though? Great Maker, I ask for your wisdom?

The Great Maker did not response. Nothing unusual.

"Ah. No. Nothing. I just want to say thank you for the gift, Alice. You had said that your sister crafts it? I'm curious. Did she craft it herself or someone helps her?"

I question, wanting to know more.

I also try to recall everything that I have known about her older sister. Besides being an overly hardcore religious nut, her sister is also as lovely if not more than her at her age. So logically speaking, her sister should be a lot hotter now.

Hotness grows with age to a certain point, then boom. You are f-ugly.

Actually, my b.i.t.c.h of a wife is pretty hot for her age, but I rather not stick my d.i.c.k into her even if she begs for it. Like really begs for it. Hah!

"I think so, Mr. Wilson, but of course, she has the blessings from G.o.d."

Alice answers with a smile.

And I don't think I can get more than that out of her in relation to the dangerous gift that she just gave me. It is not a normal cross by any mean since none of the crosses in the house burns me upon touch, and there are like s.h.i.+tloads of them in the house.

Perhaps it is due the blessing of G.o.d like Alice has said.

G.o.d is real. Richard seems to think so, and so do I as I possess him. But my only G.o.d is the Great Maker for gifting me with this awesome power. Hah!

"Of course, Alice. But out of curiosity, do you have one for my daughter and wife as well?"

I question. I already know the answer, but it is more or less me just making conversation. I actually get a lot more information from the thought bubble hovering above her head.

Alice is actually wondering whether she should ask me about that facial cream. She likes to have some for herself and her mother, who cares a lot about outer beauty and has taught Alice the same.

Awesome. It makes getting into her pants easier. Hah!

Good thing that my daughter tells her friends that only I can make such a cream. She obviously didn't tell how I make it. I mean what it actually is.

And my daughter should never do, considering not everyone in that all-girl school isn't as gullible and naïve as she is.

"Of course, Mr. Wilson. My sister crafts many since she is very worried. She said that there is a really evil spirit somewhere in the city, and these will prevent it from possessing us. Um. You should wear it just in case."

I chuckle. Yeah. I am not going to wear it because I am not stupid enough. Burn me one, shame on me, but try to burn me again, I will split you open with my c.o.c.k.

Actually, I am going to do that anyway.

"There is actually no need to wear it in the house, Alice. You know that my wife helps out at the local church every day and bring home a lot of holy relics. They are scattered all around the house, so I think it is pretty hard for an evil spirit to get inside."

I point out. Totally bulls.h.i.+t, considering I am here. Wait. I am not an evil spirit. I am a perverted spirit.

Hah!

"Oh. Okay, Mr. Wilson. But please wear it when you are going out. I wouldn't you to be harmed by an evil spirit."

Alice responses, but she didn't take off the holy cross that she is wearing around her neck. And I cannot really order her to take that off. I also cannot talk about the facial cream, considering it is supposed to be a secret.

She actually has to ask me it herself, allowing me to steer her into requesting a facial. It would be really fun. Hah!

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"By the way, Alice. Did you bring a change of clothes for tonight?"

I question. Again, just making conversation. I have plenty of things to talk about, actually. I could talk about what she wants for lunch. I could also ask her about my daughter and how she is at school.

Strange that I was never this good at talking to girl back in high school. Must be all the bulls.h.i.+ts that I have spilling lately. It does build up my confidence.

"Yes, Mr. Wilson. My mum packs them for me. She said I need it for the slumber party tonight. I didn't think I was allowed to sleep over."

Alice puts down the book and picks up one of the bags that she has brought with her. It contains a lot of things other than change of clothes and pajama.

I ponder why she didn't think she is allowed to sleep over. But it isn't really important. I need to steer the conversation to where I want it to go.

"Oh. What else did your mother tells you?"

I question. I hope that b.i.t.c.h did what I had requested of her. It would make thing a lot more easier if she did. And from what I can read of her thoughts, I think b.i.t.c.h did, at least in some form.

"Um."

Alice ponders, trying to remember exactly what her mother had said.

"She said to have fun and be a good to you Mr. Wilson."

Alice answers. She about to say more, but my daughter enters the room, wearing just a towel around her body. She didn't have time to bring a change of clothes into the shower.

"Oh hi, Alice. Sorry I couldn't get the door because I was taking a shower."

My daughter speaks up, not minding me at all. I have already seen her naked plenty of times in these pasts few days. She is becoming more and more comfortable being naked in front of me, and the towel is actually for Alice's sake.

Alice widens her eyes. Her mind fills with questions, regarding to why my daughter can just walk into her room, looking like that. This is because of me.

"Mary… your dad is here."

Alice points out, casting a look at me.

"Oh. That's right. Daddy. Why are you here?"

Mary questions.

"Ah. I was asking your friend Alice something. By the way, did you wash away all of my cream?"

I question, steering the conversation again. Now it is up to my daughter, but I think she will make me very proud.

"Cream?"

My daughter questions, disappointing me. But I guess she doesn't understand what I am trying to get across.

"Yes. The cream, sweetie. It is good for your skins, so you shouldn't wash it off all the time. I will have to reapply it later. Oh, by the way, Alice. What do you think of my daughter? She seems to glow a lot more lately, right?"

I make my disappointment known to everyone. I also prevent my daughter from speaking up since she is not good at bulls.h.i.+tting as me yet.

Alice has no choice by to say yes because the way I have addressed the question.

"Yes. You look a lot prettier, Mary."

Alice compliments and she seems to believe it too. A lot of her thoughts is now focused on the cream thanks to my machination.

"I do?"

My daughter questions and looks at herself in the nearby mirror.

"Yes. You do, sweetie. You look a lot more beautiful than before. It is all thanks to my cream, so what should you say?"

I reinforce the idea. I read somewhere it is not what people see, but it is what people believe. That is the basis of hypnotism, isn't it? I should be a hypnotist.

"Thank you, daddy. I'm really sorry for was.h.i.+ng it all off. Can you reapply it later?"

My daughter asks, causing my c.o.c.k to stir.

Did she really know what she is asking me to do? And right in front of her friend no less.

"Definitely but not now, sweetie. I should be making lunch right now. Alice. Please enjoy yourself. Oh, something is on your face."

I give my daughter a peck on the cheek before running out the door and flip the door to close it.

"Dad!"

Mary calls out rather cutely.

Once I am in the hallway with the door closed behind me, I immediately crouch down and look through the keyhole like a peeping tom to see what the two teenagers are going to talk about.

I hope they are talking about what I want them to talk about. I have placed the idea into their mind.

"Mary, can I ask a question?"

Alice asks my daughter, who appears still to be checking her face in the mirror.

"Of course, you can, we are friends, aren't we?"

Mary responses and removes her attention from the mirror.

"Friends. Can you ask your dad to let me have some of that cream? I want to be pretty too."

Alice requests. She is afraid of asking me directly, but she has no problem of asking my daughter, who is her friend. They have been friend for a very long time.

Jackpot! Hah!