My
Daugther Waits for Me
I worked late most nights, coming home at about eleven, and sometimes
as late as midnight or one. One night in particular, I stopped and
grabbed a cup of coffee and a box of doughnuts at a really great little
doughnut shop. I had the next day off, and I liked to go home and
watch TV, anyway. I found the door locked when I got home, and had
to go around to the back. I could see my daughter through the patio's
sliding glass door. She was wearing a tiny nightie, a see-through
affair that was short - -- way too short. I had never seen it before,
and I was surprised that she even wore such a thing. It was a very
hot night, and I supposed that it was her way of keeping cool. It
didn't hide much. I could feel myself getting excited, just looking
at her. It dawned on me that this was my daughter, and I felt a tinge
of guilt - -- for about two seconds. The patio door was locked, and
I tapped gently on it, not wanting to frighten her. She turned and
looked at me, a look of surprise, then recognition spreading across
her face. She smiled as she got up from the couch and...
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