I actually could've used any other excuse and Dad would buy it. "Take my laptop if you want to surf the Internet while I'm at it. How about leaving it with me for the night? I'm sure I can get it done by tomorrow morning, " I said. "Sorry, I think there's a virus messing everything up. I was sitting at the dinner table facing him, so naturally he couldn't see what I was doing on his laptop.ĭad furrowed his brows and clasped his hands. "Not yet, Dad, you seriously screwed up big time this time around," I said, looking at him over the laptop's screen. You wouldn't believe how much he complained about having to learn how to use Thunderbird, which is pretty much the only software for that worth its salt nowadays. He had asked me to 'fix his e-mail' on his laptop before serving dinner, he's still that old fashioned kind of guy that insists on using an offline e-mail client, and he said it wasn't downloading new messages anymore. "Did you fix it yet?" Dad asked over the kitchen counter, drying the cups he just washed off and storing them back in the cabinet. Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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