For a couple of years, we've all worked at Safari Sam's as cashiers. Whatever we make, we bank away for tuition and books, and maybe an apartment or s...omething. The only thing that sucks is that we have to wear jeans or pants. I'd rather have my black landing strip exposed for all to see. But it's a health regulation.Anyway, I'm at work one night and it's been a little rough. The customers have been ruder than normal. I clock out for a break and I certainly need it. Kacey doesn't have anyone in. Sherry hopped up and I tried to grab her hand to stop her but she smile. “Dad, can I ask you something?” I sat there almost holding my breath. “You know you can ask me anything.” I hear a pot land on the stove. “Would you ever be with Becky like you are with me?” “I never thought about why.” I heard her take a breath. “Just wonder really, she never knew what it feels to make love to anyone but me and I thought if she ever wanted to know what it like you would be the best choice.” It was quiet. After a few months of what started out as harmless flirting things began to progress and it was on an evening when we had already let the staff go home and we were in the progress of shutting up shop and setting the alarms that things really started to hot up, this particular evening the shutters wouldn't come down and as a result we had to wait for nearly 6hrs before an engineer could get to us as we couldn't leave the store as it was. With hours to kill we locked the doors and headed off to. She instinctively nuzzled the base of his neck fervently as he scratched the back of hers. “You are so, so, so, clingy,” Daddy remarked as she curled up tighter in his lap. He picked up the bottle and began to feed her as she took the nipple between her lips.Daddy felt all the muscles in her body relax and her breathing slowed to a steady, slow rhythm against his arms, her form curled up on one side against his body to show a single eye looking up at him adoringly, quietly, trustingly. Daddy.