Success! But first… And, more to the point, just like Astrid, too; my own teenage daughter, who at that very moment was laying in her bed just down the hall! It made sense, once I thought about it… I grabbed my phone and moved over to the wall, snapping a few quick selfies in emulation of her own. I sighed heavily, tossing and turning with worry and hope, visions of that amazing, sexy little body dancing through my mind as I fitfully drifted off to sleep. First, there was the matter of my profile. I re-read what I’d written several times over, trying to see it from her perspective and hoping I was treading the line of being flirtatious without being creepy. The girl in the story had been described as petite, with wavy red hair and firm, C-cup breasts… I just hoped I would get the chance, that my message would provoke a response, and open up a door. She was incredible! There were still a distressing number of dick-pics, of course… Once again I felt somewhat overwhelmed, but this time I’d been expecting it. It was all I could manage to feign normalcy over dinner with Astrid before retreating to the privacy of my room…
