"What is it, Becky?" Charlie asked, encouraging her."Well, I was wondering... can I be your little girl all the time?" she said softly. She looked dow... as she spoke as if she was afraid of what he would say."You mean you want me to be your Daddy again?" he asked."Yes... I told you that since my father left us when I was little, I have had kind of a Daddy thing. I asked one of my boyfriends, but he thought I was weird or perverted or something. I just like being someone's little girl. I can't. You often wish that she'd dress to suit her body figure - to show off a little. Though you get jealous at the thought of people eyeing up your wife, you also feel proud.You work tirelessly in what seems to be a dead-end job, Monday to Friday, 9am through to whenever you finish the pile of work on your desk - often very late. Jessica still works at the library where you met her and brings in a small amount of income.Today was like any other, but it was this morning when you heard a familiar name. Didn’t want to take the chance, even out in the sticks,” he laughed. “Good,” Susan purred. “I mean it’s good that you didn’t chance driving,” she quickly added. “Thanks again” John said as he lifted the milk carton and headed for the door. “Look,” said Susan. “Have you had anything to eat yet? I was going to put on a pizza and have some salad with it. You’re welcome to join me if you want?” she said hopefully. Her libido was winning. She was weakening by the minute, or by the glass of wine.. Why didn’t you tell me? Why were you so afraid of me finding out?”“Because I can’t lose you,” I said almost inaudibly. “I couldn’t risk you rejecting me. Especially not after all our parents passed away. You’re the only one I have left.”“Oh Kai,” she whispered, squeezing my head. “I would never reject you. No matter what. I love you more than anything.”My face immediately flushed in embarrassment, my hair following suit, flashing white. Not because her words made me aroused, but simply because.