I knocked on her door and she opened it up smiling to me, that wonderful same smile whenever we saw one another. I stepped inside giving her a hug and...a brief kiss and followed her to the living room. We sat down on the couch together and started talking like we hadn't missed a step. Somewhere along the way, not sure how it happened, her head was upon my chest and her arm was around me. How I missed this closeness and comfortable position we both shared. I placed my arm around her and softly. I'm Cindy Richards.Tina: Christina, Tina, Addison.Nikki: Dominique Granger. Nikki.Susan: Susan Ellerbee.Terri: Terri Addison - Tina's stepdaughter.Lesley: You're rather young, even for this group.Terri: I'll be nine. Among other things, I'm working on the requirements for high school. I'll be eleven when I graduate. [shrugs] Age is just a number in this respect - the only real criterion is if you can do the work. Cindy was fourteen and Nikki fifteen when they graduated. Tina and Susan were. Again, I pretty much slept on a hair trigger. Emily, like an honest woman. I suppose I was around my 4th or 5th sleep/wake/sleep cycle, moving into the middle of the afternoon, when I heard something I could not readily identify.I listened for a bit, and it seemed to be approaching us. I nudged Emily, whispering for her to hurry up, get dressed, and get ready for visitors. We both dressed hurriedly. I checked Emily’s revolver, and approved. It was loaded, and holstered, safety catch snapped. I turned to leave and Daddy came to me. He grabbed me and held me to him. Are you sorry? For what? For what we did. Not at all. Me either. I lifted my lips to his and kissed him before leaving. I moved into Daddys room. Our love for each other growing each day, and with each day the father/daughter relationship that we had disappeared, and was replaced with one that was more like a husband and wife. We never forgot who we were to each other, and kept our love life secret from everyone, until.