My Daugther Waits for Me

I worked late most nights, coming home at about eleven, and sometimes as late as midnight or one.

One night in particular, I stopped and grabbed a cup of coffee and a box of doughnuts at a really

great little doughnut shop. I had the next day off, and I liked to go home and watch TV, anyway.

I found the door locked when I got home, and had to go around to the back. I could see my daughter

through the patio's sliding glass door. She was wearing a tiny nightie, a see-through

affair that was short - -- way too short. I had never seen it before, and I was surprised

that she even wore such a thing. It was a very hot night, and I supposed that it was her

way of keeping cool. It didn't hide much. I could feel myself getting excited, just looking at her.

It dawned on me that this was my daughter, and I felt a tinge of guilt - -- for about two seconds.

The patio door was locked, and I tapped gently on it, not wanting to frighten her.

She turned and looked at me, a look of surprise, then recognition spreading across her face.

She smiled as she got up from the couch and... Forbidden dreams at Proscribed

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