I could start to appreciate my position. His manliness--the way he handledme, his thick muscularity, his slightly-rank man smell--created in me asense...of longing. I wanted to be as close to this man as I could--to giveto him all of myself that I could. I ran my hands over his chest, feelinghis thick pecs, my fingertips running through the light patch ofchocolate-colored hair above them.He would get hairier there as he got older, I thought. Become more of aman. I dreamt of being under him then,. “Yeah, I noticed,” I said lightly, still trying to keep her calm. “I think I’m going to need Doc Willis again.”Belle had closed the distance to where I was leaning up against the wall. Belle had quickly gotten over the shock of shooting someone, and was focused on me. She turned to one of the newcomers and motioned him to help her sit me down. I didn’t protest as they eased me onto the sidewalk.The second man at my side was one of the two deputies on duty at night during the week. Belle began. Talking so filthy and dirty, that you could almost smell the foul of her words.Her uncharacteristic raunchiness has his mind slipping into sexual oblivion. That is her intent after all. He is mesmerized....how did his sweet little girl learn such crude, racy talk? He never knew she was even capable of thinking such phrases to throw at him. Then she says something to him that would be guaranteed to make him give in, regardless of how much time they have. "If you fuck me right here Daddy, I won't. “Hi, Dad,” I said as I walked into his arms for a hug.As he started to say something, Rhee replaced me in the hug.“Hi, Dad,” she said. “How was your day? Ours was great!”“Oh,” he chuckled, “how great?”As Rhee was disengaging, she said, “I’ll let our guest tell you.”I quickly looked at Heather, who had that deer-in-the-headlights look. However, Dad opened his arms to her, and she walked right into them, lying her right cheek on his chest.“Okay, spokeswoman, how was your day?”“Uhh ... it’s been.