Kyler grinned haughtily over her grunting stepfather, being almost nineteen years old, and almost closed the door when something caught her eye. The light blanket slid to the sleeping man's knees, and as he lay on his back, the tip of his half-erect penis peered mischievously from the open slit of his pajamas. Kyler came closer quietly and looked at the unexpected spectacle curiously. In the flickering light of the screen, it seemed to her that the eye on her father's swollen acorn was blinking at her. A ball of black, curly hair was ripping from the lid, and below, under all the endowment, a very large sack loomed. Martin had never seen her dad like this before, and it took her breath away. She had always taken him only as a father, now for the first time she realized that he was also a man.