Monday, May 21, 2018

Nocturnal parenting


Nocturnal parenting
 

Daddy! Daddy!
 

Daddy, help me get up. I’m stuck in bed.
 

Stuck?
 

In bed, Daddy, I can’t get up.
 

Is that why you woke me up at midnight?
 

Yes, Daddy. I’m cold too. My pajamas are too thin.
 

Oh, okay.
 

(He gives her a hug.)
 

Are you going to get me up, darling?
 

What do you mean, Daddy?
 

Oh, you know what I mean, Jennifer. You know very well.
 

Not that, Dad, not a second time.  I already played with it once.
 

That’s not enough when you wake Daddy up in the middle of the night.
 

But I’m cold.
 

Here.
 

(He hands her a bathrobe hanging on the door.)
 

That was your mother’s robe, Jennifer.
 

But I don’t know where Mommy is.
 

She’s in heaven, Jennifer. Put your lips there. That’s a good girl. Lick it with your tongue under the head of it, darling. Yes.
 

I don’t want to wear Mommy’s robe.
 

No talking, Jennifer. Be quiet now.
 

Okay, Daddy.
 

(She keeps sucking. He moans in atavistic pleasure.)
 

Yes! What a good little Jennifer you are tonight.

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