A conflict arose, a battle inside me between saying and doing, and so wanting to tell him how perfect he was, and hankering to hold him, kiss him, and touch all his magnificent flesh. Push through Babycakes.”
“Trying, daddy, I can’t do this. xnx The lubricant ran over my leg and down onto my white cotton sheets. “You weren’t at my party.”
“No, you’re wrong,” he said, glancing at his wristwatch, “today is tomorrow, and your birthday was yesterday, now.”
“What?” I said. But you never got home,” I said, voicing my disappointment. Running my tongue over his tummy, I lapped up his fluid. Rushing to my father, I clutched onto him, with my head at his belly. Pulling the silly Minnie Mouse t-shirt off and working my matching panties to the floor, I glanced at him, with daddy reviewing my fully formed body in the mirror.
