The girl and the father were back in the truck on their way home at last she thought. The game was finally over and the father seemed happy but the little girl was so sad that her perfect day had come to an end, so sadly, by playing the father's game with him. He was happy and he kept telling her that he loved her so much. And that was just the way for a little girl to LOVE her father. By playing the game with him.
He made her sit close to him in the truck and he kept putting his hands where they didn't belong as he talked to her. He asked, "You love your daddy don't you? You love for me to touch you this way don't you."
What could the little girl do? What could she say? She wanted to scream NO, I DON'T LOVE YOU! NO, I DON'T WANT YOU TO TOUCH ME THIS WAY! NO, I DON'T WANT TO BE WITH YOU ALONE, EVER AGAIN! But all she could say was a quite "Yes, I love you daddy."
He said that every little girl always makes their father happy by touching them here and he puts her small hand inside of his pants. She looks at him in surprise but the gaze was back in his eyes again. She thought the game was over. He had dressed himself and her again. He had even put those awful black boots on her again and buckled them buckle by buckle all the way to the top. All the while he had told her how much she made him happy and how much he just loved playing with her.
She looks away but she feels the warmth from his body on her hand inside of his pants. She can hear his fast breathing and then he puts his hand over hers, when she tries to pull away, but he moves his hand up and down and he makes her hand move that way too.
They had never played like this before. They had always been laying down when they played the game. This was different than any time before. This was new and she didn't quite know what to do. He seemed to like this game just as much as the other ones and she wanted to love her daddy like other little girls loved their daddies. He made her hand go up and down faster and faster. His breathing became ragged like before and then she ( too graphic for young people) and the father seemes to sigh and his breathing slows. He takes her ( to graphic for young people) and then he kisses her on the mouth. Another kiss like a woman and a man would kiss not the kiss of a father and his child.
He tries to get the( to graphic for young people) back out of her mouth with his tongue. This was a new and different kind of loving that she was doing to her daddy it made him happy once more. And it was alright because other little girls make their daddies happy this way. It was just different than before. He zips up his pants and he staightens up the little girls clothes. He smiles and kisses her once more. This time it wasn't so hard and it was more gentle but it was still on her lips. He tells her that he loves her and that they can't play anymore today because it's getting late and they must get home in time for supper.
He told her she couldn't tell mommy about the games that they play when they are alone because she wouldn't believe her. He told her that no one would believe that HIS little girl LOVED her daddy like a grown up lady did. No one would believe a little girl would ever make love to her daddy the way SHE ALWAYS WANTED too.
And she sits and waits......And thinks. Did she make the father play the game? Was it her fault that he liked to play the games that they were playing? And HE did enjoy trying to get( to graphic for young people). Did she always want to make love to her daddy like a grown up lady does? Was it her fault that he liked to touch her and kiss her like he does?
Maybe it was because she was so pretty. Maybe it was because she was so soft and small. The father had said that he liked it because she was small everywhere.
The child sits and waits....When they reach the house it looks the same it even sounds the same but as she knew things would never be the same again. The father liked playing the last game they played just as much as the others. He would never leave her alone again.
