", I said."OK pumpkin, I think we are all on the same page. I just have a hard time not looking at you thinking of you as my little girl. I want to pr...otect you."I came down from the third stair where I was speaking from, and kissed my Daddy. "I'll always be your little girl, Daddy. Just when you look at me, I don't think you see a little girl anymore.I hope you see a woman."I turned in my semi-tight jeans and walked up the stairs swaying my hips to accent the fact I was a woman. As I turned at. I run the flat of my tongue under each breast where I know there are erogenous zones waiting and I am rewarded with your squeals of delight, it has been too long since I have paid homage to all your special spots and I aim to make up for lost time now. I raise your arms over your head and pay particular attention to tenderly licking your smooth armpits where, if I direct the pressure just right, I know it will send a shock straight to your pussy. Aha! There it is as you buck you hips in. First Betwia Planetary Savings informed me that the drawing account I had been given access to held one-hundred seventy-three million seven-hundred forty-four thousand one-hundred and twelve Dronahgals. I had no idea what this represented but it sure sounded like a lot. I must have triggered some kind of reference service because the next thing I knew was the price of a loaf of bread, three-quarters of a Dronahgal. Then the average yearly income of a freeborn worker, just over fifty thousand. Her bulldog barked louder and wagged his stubby tail in excitement as I got closer. She walked to her dog and looked to see what he was barking at. She saw a tall figure struggling to walk against the wind and rain towards her restaurant. "Fucking tourists," she whispered under her breath and ran behind the bar to grab a flashlight. She ran back to the window, shushed her dog and turned the flashlight on and off, in hopes that the stranger would see it and make his way towards the beacon. I.