The little girl didn’t know that the lady from the welfare department had come to see her mother while she was at school. The mother was asked so many questions about her daughter and her husband while the welfare lady was at their house.

This made the mother so mad at the little girl for telling a story like that to her teacher. The mother assured the lady that they were all fine and after the lady looked around mothers clean house and cooed over the new baby she left.

The mother couldn’t believe that the father would ever touch her child like the little girl had said he did. She didn’t even remember when they had last been alone with each other. Was it yesterday or the day before? What did they do? Oh she remembered they had gone to her brother’s farm the other day to feed the animals. But they hadn’t been gone that long for something like that to happen. They had come back home and everyone had sit down and had supper and nothing was ever said about any game they played together.

Her husband had told her that he plays with the child but the mother thought that they played children’s games with each other. At least that’s what her husband had told her. The little girl never even said anything about the games that they play. The mother thinks….well the only thing the girl had asked was if her father had told her of the games they played together. And of course he had said they play so the mother had answered yes that daddy told her all about them.

Well she was going to ask him about the games they play and get this stuff all straightened out. She was mad now and wanted to get this behind them. When the father came home the mother had him sit in the kitchen so they could talk away from the children.

The mother told him of the lady from the welfare department and it made him mad. Very mad indeed. He would go down there and talk to them he yelled. The mother said that she had taken care of the lady and she was fine with everything that mother told her. This made the father quite down a bit but he was still mad.

The mother then asked him, “Why would our daughter say such a thing to anyone. She has never told me anything like this before. Why would she make up all of that stuff?" These were the questions that she asked him and he was telling her that he never touched her. Why would he, she was the only one he would ever touch that way?

The mother questioned him about the times him and the little girl played and the father told her he played games with her because the boys wouldn’t play with her. The boys didn’t want her to play with them because she was a girl. They played to ruff for her anyway so he said that he decided to play with her.

Well it all sounded right, nothing to be afraid of she guessed. Then she remembered that the little girl had seen them make love together. She wondered if that had anything to do with what she had told her teacher. Mother was remembering the night the child had seen them making love. She remembered that he had taken her to bed when she fell asleep. How long had he been gone, she couldn’t remember?

She did remember that he woke her up after he got back and they had made love again and again. It was like he couldn’t get enough of her. It was such a magical night of love making that they’d shared. That was the night she had gotten pregnant. It was such a special night for both of them.

The mother thought… he couldn’t have done anything with the girl that night no man could make love so many times and still have time to go to a child. But she needed to ask him about it anyway. She said, “ Did you put her to bed that night and leave her to come back to me?”

The father looked at the mother and he just smiled this eerie smile and he took her hand and kissed her a very long kiss on the mouth. He told her that was the best night of his life. The mother smiled and agreed with him because that night they had made their last baby.

In the father's mind it had been the best night of his life. He had showed his little girl the art of love making with a man. He had let her have his lollypop and then he put it inside of that lovely little girl with the very small privates and cute little lips.

Every time he was with his wife he always thought of that first time he put his thing inside of his little girl. She would be his forever. No other man would want her now. She would always be his to have as he wished. Yes, he didn‘t lie. It was truly the best night of his life.

The little girl had been hiding in the other room. She had heard the father and mother talking and she knew then that the mother would never believe her when or if she ever told her about the father and his games. She just knew that no one would ever believe her. The father had always told her no one would believe how good she was at making him feel. He said he felt so good and happy when she was done with him. He was always glad when SHE MADE him play the games with her. He always said he loved her so much more than mother. These are the things he said to her every time they played the games.

Then he would teach her a different way to make him even happier. And it always made him so much happier than she had before. The whole time she was making love to him. He always told her what to do to him and he always wanted her to kiss him in places that made him feel so good. He always told her what she should say to him and he made her say the things he wanted to hear. He always told her how much he loved what she was doing to him.

Then he would always say he had to show her how it felt to love a REAL DADDY. That would be when he would stick his thing inside of one of her holes. He always got to choose which one he would put it in. When she would say "NO don’t, STOP it hurts". He always told her she could tell him where she wanted it the next time. But he always put it where it hurt the worse. He never let her choose which one of her holes he could use.

So the Child Sits and Waits….and thinks. What could she do now? Mother wouldn’t believe her. The teacher didn’t believe her. The lady from that welfare place didn’t believe her. Would any one ever believe that the father was teaching her how to love him like a woman should love her man? Does she MAKE him love her? Does she make him feel better than mother does? Does he do the things he wants to because she MAKES him do them? Does she MAKE him play the games?

These are the things the little girl thought. These are the things she wished she had never done. What should she do now? Why did she feel so dirty? She knew that she had to stay away from him at all cost now. Yes, but how?

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