chapter 1

I know not every girl has a Daddy like mine.

I’m such a lucky little girl. My Daddy’s been taking care of me since my mama ran away with another one of her boyfriends ten years ago.

Technically, he’s not my real Daddy. My mama met him when she was getting her oil changed. I was eight at the time, and we all lived together like a real family for almost an entire six months. It was the best six months of my life.

Then mama ran off and left me behind. Daddy tried to find my real father, but he was in prison and Daddy says that my grandparents are trash.

So for the past ten years it’s been just me and Daddy. Us against the world. Daddy didn’t even have any other girlfriends. He says he was too worried that other women wouldn’t understand that I’m the most important person in his life. He says they even might get bad ideas about how he loves me too much. He says that the police might come take me away if they hear any of these dumb ideas.

I’m so glad that Daddy always does whatever he has to do to make sure we can stay together. I don’t know what I’d do if the police came to take me away. Maybe I’d have to go live in a group home or something.

I don’t think they’d treat me like a princess in a group home. Not like Daddy does. Daddy says I’m his pretty princess and I deserve to be treated like one. He takes me to ballet lessons every day and buys me all the toys and pretty dresses I could want.

The other girls in my school are jealous. Daddy says that’s why they pick on me. They think that 18 is too old to wear pretty dresses and play with toys. They say that I look and act like a baby because I’m not allowed to date boys or go to parties.

Well, that and I’m tiny. I’m only five feet tall and my breasts are barely existent. I wear a bra every day, but I don’t need one. I don’t wear one under my leotard when I practice ballet. None of the professional dancers do.

My small frame might not make me very popular in school, but it certainly does help with my dance career. I want to be a prima ballerina one day and I practice every single afternoon. Daddy takes me to all my practices and watches from the sidelines. My teachers don’t like it, but he’s always there to cheer me on and correct my postures.

If I do well, he lets me sit on his lap to cuddle afterwards when we get home. I love sitting on my Daddy’s lap. My Daddy is big and strong, just like a Daddy should be. I love to wrap my arms around his neck and smell him. He smells like motor oil and sweat, since he works in a garage. He tells me what a pretty girl I am and how much he loves me.

I like to wiggle and squiggle on Daddy’s lap because it gives me a funny feeling in my tummy. Daddy says that’s very naughty, but he doesn’t make me stop. Sometimes he leans back and lets me wiggle and wiggle until I feel like I have to pee. He doesn’t always let me though. Only when I’ve been a very good girl.

Don’t tell Daddy, but lately I haven’t been very good. In fact, you could say that I’ve been pretty bad. You see, I’ve been having naughty dreams about Daddy.

It all started one night when I just couldn’t fall asleep. My legs were sore from dancing and I couldn’t find a comfortable position. I tossed and turned, but it was no use. I got up and padded over to Daddy’s room wearing nothing but my little cotton panties and a tank top. Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, Daddy let me crawl into bed with him.

I thought that Daddy would already be asleep since he had gone to bed at the same time I had, 10PM, but the light was on in his room. I could see it pouring out under his door, which was just slightly ajar.