Monday, May 21, 2018

Nocturnal parenting

Nocturnal parenting

Daddy! Daddy!

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


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.


(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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