Defeat at the Pool   Part 2
By boomer 


I earlier told of my defeat at my pool by my daughter's friend Debbie.  
After she had left I sat by the pool and downed a few cold ones to see
if I could get over the shock of what had just happened.  My wife and
daughter got home from shopping and waved to me while laughing
with each other.  Paranoia got the best of me and I defensively asked
what they were laughing at.  My wife wanted to know what my problem
was so I apologized and said it was just the heat.  This was going to
be trouble.

About a half hour passed and I heard the phone ring.  I heard my wife
yell out for my daughter Linda to pick up the phone.  I was praying it
wasn't Debbie on the phone.  After about another 10 minutes my 
daughter came out back with a smile on her face.  I didn't like this 
at all.  Linda said Debbie had told her all about the match and wanted
to know if it was true.  I lied about letting her win but my daughter
said there was only one way to find out, by armwrestling me herself.

Now every man lives for the day his son passes into manhood and
can beat him at sport.  However, I was a little old fashioned and didn't
want to pass the baton to my 13 year old daughter.  Linda peeled
off her T-shirt relvealing a bikini top.  I had never really looked at my
daughter as I did now.  She did look like she was in good shape.
Linda mentioned that she had been pumping some serious iron for
gymnastics and how I had never even noticed.  she flexed her bicep
at me and I was stunned.  It was a good size with excellent definition.
She told me to feel it and it felt like I was touching a cannonball.

She laughed at the expression on my face and put her elbow on the
table.  I grabbed her hand and squeezed, wanting to let my little girl
know I was still the man of the house.  She smiled again ( I used to
love that smile) and squeezed back.  As if things weren't bad enough,
my wife Julie came out back at this point.  She asked what was going
on and Linda told her we were getting ready to armwrestle. My wife
looked at me and asked what I was trying to prove.  I just smile
sheepishly.  Julie told my daughter to stop if she was getting hurt
and warned me to be careful.  Linda said I was the one who had to
watch out.  At this point Julie said to just get it over with.

I figured I better go all out this time so I threw everything I had at
her.  I dropped my head and went for the pin.  I heard a chuckle
from across the table.  Linda was laughing at the fact that I hadn't
even budged her arm an inch.  I was absolutely in shock.  My best
effort couldn't move my little girls arm.  I looked at her bicep and
what a sight it was.  Veins were pumping and the arm bulged.  My
wife told me to stop fooling around and just win already.  Linda said
"yeah dad, go ahead and just win already."   At this point she moved
my arm about halfway down, then back to neutral, then halfway down
again.

Julie my wife now realized what was happening and started rooting
openly for Linda to win.  Here I always thought I had been a loving
husband and father and the two women in my life were enjoying my
humiliation.  Linda kept playing with me as Julie told to end it.  My
daughter asked if I had had enough.  I said never and tried to exert
some pressure.  She laughed again and slammed my arm to the
table.  My wife cheered as Linda jumped up in victory.  She started
flexing and doing muscle poses.

"Gee Dad, I always thought you were such a big strong man, but
you can't even beat teenage girls at armwrestling."  What do you
mean girls my wife asked, so Linda told her about my loss to Debbie.
I figured my life had hit rock bottom but as usual I was wrong.
My husband would appear to be a wimp said my wife.  My daughter
looked at my wife and told her it was time for the women to take
control of the house and for her to armwrestle me.

to be continued