“Hey there, come to catch a game with your old man?” He stroked my long dark-brown hair and smiled. Xxx One day while he was watching the hockey game, downing his 7th or 8th beer, he looked sad. His hand moved from my hair to my hip, he rubbed it a little; pushing my already too-short nightie up over my pink cotton panties. “Oh.” I said closing my eyes and snuggling into his warm chest. I spent most of my time doing chores and work books with my mother. Why? I felt a little shy, but he was just daddy and he couldn’t see them from that angle anyways, so I didn’t care. He sat there at the end of the couch touching my knee with one of his hands. I was panting, the dog sound; it was me. But, I will tell you that he
