This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental.Please send any comments/suggestions to me at froman.ab...@gmail.com. They are appreciated and warmly received.This story may be reposted or archived provided the following conditions are met:1) The story is not altered in any way2) The story contains my name and disclaimer3) You do not make money from the storyThere had been something about the depth of her eyes ? a secret kept. I said I’m turning 18 in a couple of months…what present are you gifting me?She said anything you want, and if I can, I will give it to you.I said, You. I want you.She said you still haven’t learnt. Don’t you have girlfriend or something, who can take your mind off me.I said no.She said Good Night. And went offline.Next day, when I woke up, I saw her message. She messaged me around 3:00 a.m. she said she couldn’t sleep, and have been going through our convo. And she asked what I meant by “I. God, it's so weird to actually see his body. We buried an empty coffin, but now, ten years later, here he is. He even has his Go Bag," Liv said with a faint smile. She reached over and gently removed the canvas bag from his shoulder and placed his journal in it.After a moment, she paused, and then tweaked the brim of her father's hat. "I'll be back, Dad. Thanks for everything." A faint breeze brushed over her face, causing her to shiver."You want a little longer?" Finn asked."Nah. I've already. Seems that attitude is part of his package.Anyway, she's a thick and curvy hottie.... irish and likes a beer, me too. We would meet after work, at first occasionally, next thing ya know it became everyday. Few cocktails, my stories of my disasterous relation with my columbian import, and my reckless abandon for all authority and morals if it interfered with my hard earned playtime that was missing at the crib. We joked and laughed and shared.... in many cases, way too much. Manytimes almost.