Should I just go and walk out and greet my dad naked after the shower? That was a big giveaway, sweetie. “I’m an amazing cook?” I pretended not to hear him clearly over the sound of the food cooking. “Oh, keep doing that, sweetie,” he said as his breathing became more labored. “I love you so much, daddy,” I said as I kissed him on the cheek. You wanted your father, and girl, did you ever get him! Another great night’s sleep! I played around with some blush and lipstick, but it made me look way too slutty and desperate with the dress, so I just cleaned it off. The couch faces the TV which is in the front corner of the house. That gave me just enough time to quickly jot all of this down. I’ll make us some French toast!”
“That sounds wonderful, sweetie!”
I gave him another kiss on the cheek and I ran my hand down between the open parts of his robe to feel the hair on his chest. I could feel myself getting more than a little worked up. …
After breakfast, I had given my dad plenty of time to cool down and enough time for me to quickly jot down what happened.
