I met my wife, Sandra, when we were in our thirties. She had a daughter, Daisy, from a previous marriage. Both mother and daughter were outgoing, energetic, and just plain fun to be around. Daisy’s father had died when she was seven and I often thought that might have a lot to do with her clinging to me. She liked hugs a lot. I would call her my princess, rain kisses on her forehead and she would cuddle up to me while I did her favorite thing; rubbing her back.
My wife was not able to have any more children, so we showered our affection on our only daughter. Or that is, I showered my affection on her. Daisy got away with anything, and everything. Sandra was hard on her; I provided the balance as I saw it.
I had a pool put in the back yard. Daisy loved it. She lived around it as much of the year as the temperature permitted. As a result, Daisy was usually dressed in little more than a bikini. She seemed to prefer brilliant patterns, but to her mother’s dismay she would just as soon jump in the pool in her thong underpants and a torn t-shirt. Her friends were no different. Many afternoons we had a house full of young women running around the back yard, laughing, splashing, and generally having a lot of fun. It was a lot of fun for me too. Since I managed my business from home, I was able to enjoy many hours watching these young ladies show off their blossoming bodies over the years.
When Daisy turned 18 and graduated from high-school, her mother seemed to go through her own mid-life crisis.
Daisy wanted to have an all-girl pool party. It wasn’t an unusual request considering all the other pool parties she had.
On the day of the party all the girls crowded into her bedroom at the same time and the laughter seemed louder than usual. Sandra and I were sitting in the family room, I was reading the paper, waiting to see what the girls would show-off. Suddenly it got quiet and I looked up as the girls paraded through the room and out the sliding glass door.... Läs hela novellen
