Every light was off, so the blue glow of the screen seemed like an otherworldly haze in the living room on that spring evening. She brushed my hair, a...sensation I relished. Then she began to make one long braid in the back. It felt soothing, a feeling I wished would never end. She did finish - with my hair. I felt her touch my neck softly in a way she had never touched it before. With the back of her fingers, I could feel her stroking the back of my neck, then the side closest to her. The. She was smart enough not to do it every week, but it seemed to happen every fortnight or so, with Francis invited over to our place for dinner.And, well, one thing always seemed to lead to another, pretty much like Pete described in the last chapter. With Grace dragging Pete off to bed, leaving the way clear for Francis to spend another night with me.But the truth is that while to some extent it worried me, in these weeks where Francis and I were now spending Tuesday, Friday and Sunday nights. And I think that it’s David’s,” Katrina winked at me.“Yes, well, I got knocked up by Henry Picardo, the Mayor of Yakima himself. Very nice touch! I’ll enjoy laying those eggs. Unfortunately ... he ... didn’t survive the act. I sorta ... bit him,” Angitia looked a bit worried for a moment ... a bit of surprising contrition from a snake-goddess of the ancient Italian tribe known as the Marsi.“That’s okay ... I’ll resurrect him and add him to the Undead Guard. Right, Nydia?” I smiled at my. The people in the parking lot don't know he's my Daddy but they notice I get to school early Tuesday and Thursday nights, get out of my vehicle and get in his. I am always wearing something Daddy would approve of - always skirts or dresses, very proper, except sometimes I wear stockings that are a little different, with designs that maybe a slut would wear. Daddy reprimands me for this when I do it, but he also likes it. I can tell because he pulls my skirt up to rub his cock on them before.