" She is eager, excited.Coming around the table, she takes my arm, pulling me to my feet, to wrap her arms around my waist, and press her cheek agains... my chest."You are the best daddy a girl could ever have. I love you so much." She hugs tighter, raising a major pucker for a kiss.I squeeze her tight. "Thank you, dear. You're the best daughter a father could have." I peck her tight lips.Stacey turns, and skips to the doorway, turning to urge me on."Come on, Daddy. Hurry it up." Her smile so. She will be wearing almost nothing when she arrives." For long moments, I stared at her, barely able to breathe. Blushing crimson, I complied, slipping my robe and top off. Ms. McCall indicated with her eyes that I could put my robe back on. The waiting seemed interminable. I glanced at Ms. McCall; she was looking at her watch. I heard a car driving up our street, parking, the car door shutting quietly. A few moments later Sophie was lightly tapping on the den door, and I opened it. Our eyes. We came back to be here for Momma's funeral. She isn't sick enough to die, so I am fixing up her garden. She just needs something to do since Daddy is dead and I am gone. I am going to try to come back once or twice a year, but it is so much trouble and expense to get here."I disked up her garden spot in just a few minutes, and returned the tractor. The girls were in shock. That machine was so wonderful. "I am going to the co-op to get some seed and fertilizer," I said.Betsy asked if she could. Despite this rudeness, I immediately perceived her aura of subtle sexiness. She was petite, slim and though perhaps into her sixties, a very attractive lady.She turned to me, “You must be Jennifer’s little helper?”“Err, yes, well, I, err, I do some jobs around the house,” I spluttered, “Madam,” and bowed (I remembered!).“Well, don’t just stand there, take my coat!” She turned her back to me as she unhooked her light, semi-transparent summer ‘coat’.Clumsily, I did my best to remove the delicate.