He nodded. “Do you remember what I said before you… uh, collapsed?”“Yeah.”“How do you feel about it?”I looked into his eyes and I saw so...e hopefulness there. I wanted to stomp on it. That was my first instinct. To take his hopes and smash them, tear them, break them. My grandfather? He was sorry he was late in taking me with him? My mind was full of contradicting feelings. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to have someone who cared about me, finally. But after everything, after so many years? A. In a tight voice she had never heard before, he said, "Time for bed, Sweetie. School tomorrow." She didn't want to move, but woodenly slid off his lap and went to her room. As she got ready for bed, she noticed that her panties were sopping wet. The fullness between her legs kept her awake long after midnight. She kept touching her breast and her wetness with restless wonder. Her last thoughts before drifting off were of Daddy.Daddy:What just happened? His daughter had been sitting on his lap. She kicked my dad out and tried to go into rehab but in the middle of all that shit I had to go into foster care. Well, almost, because some friends of the family up north heard about it and agreed to take me in. Our own family didn’t want me, or couldn’t fit me in, and these other people said they had room to spare. To me it was for a hella long time, like the end of spring and all summer and into the fall, almost to Christmas. By the time my mom and I got back together I had missed my first. Stepping out of the shower, we both dried off, and Vince escorted me to the walk in closet. He picked out a dress and asked me if I would do him the honor of wearing this particular dress. It was like an evening dress, just to the knees, but with a full skirt, short sleeves, fully lined, a deep red with a back zip and a rounded neckline. I said certainly and took the hanger from him. Slipped the dress off the hanger, pulled in over my head, smoothed it out over my hips and ass. Vince spun.