Hot Blog: TUGJOBS TUG JOBS grinned and headed off to bed, shepherding Jenna ahead of her. "Goodnight daddy," they both chorused from half way up the stairs, before breaking down in a fit of giggles. Ya gotta love them!
The subject of Warwick's upcoming hosting-debut wasn't raised for the next day or so. I figured I was on top of the situation and back on track for "responsible parent of the month" nomination. Amazing the damage just one 'phone call can do! Shortly after 8 pm Friday - the entire teenage entourage was out - enjoying boyfriends, girlfriends or sleep-overs, when my cell rang.
"Hi Mr Baker," floated delicately from the micro-speaker. Recognising that confident little voice, yet having no expectation of hearing from her so soon, I felt eighteen again.
"C'mon Larissa," I said, "Call me Noel." So happy was I to hear from her, she could have called me anything she damn well felt like - I would have crawled across hot coals to hear from her.
She said she hoped I hadn't minded her calling but she just wanted to say hello and see if I was going to the party on Saturday. At that particular second I wasn't even thinking of the party or anything else much above her beautiful face, tender lips and wholesome youth. As she spoke with me I could visualise just how she was sitting, the delicate curve of her hips, one hand playing idly as it always was, with those little curls up near her forehead. I wondered what color ribbon she had in her hair and whether she was just the slightest bit damp even talking to me. I wasn't actually thinking of her in any blatant sexual way at all strange to say, simply happy as all hell that she'd called.
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