Daddy and Daughter grow closer behind Mom’s back.

“Daddy!” my daughter Lara called as she came running out of the house. I barely had time to shut the car door before she jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. I held her tight, one hand sliding under her butt to support her. It didn’t matter that she was 18 now. I still loved it when she jumped into my arms like this.

“Princess! Oh, I missed you,” I said as I held her.

She kissed my cheek rubbed her nose against my jaw. “Missed you more.”

I set my daughter on her feet. “It’s good to be home.”

“You were gone so long, Daddy,” she said, holding my hand, intertwining our fingers.

“I know, baby. How’s my favorite girl?”

“Ahem,” my wife Agatha said from the porch. “Your favorite girl?”

“Uh, I said favorite girls,” I said, letting go of my daughter’s hand. “Plural. One. Two. Girls. That’s what I said.”

“That’s not what I heard,” Agatha said.

“Well, that’s what I said. Isn’t it, Lara?”

Lara looked at her mother. “That’s not what I heard.”

Agatha scoffed and went back into the house.

“Gee, thanks,” I muttered to Lara. “Way to throw me right under the bus.”

She pouted at me. “I’m sorry, Daddy, but Hagatha has been a total bitch to me this week.”

“Lara, don’t call your mother that.”

“But, Daddy, she has been a total hag.”

I went around to the trunk and took out my suitcase. “I wish you two wouldn’t fight so much.”

Lara grabbed my duffel bag and put the strap around her shoulder. She was a small girl, only 5 feet tall, slim, with a c-cup. She had rosy cheeks, red lips, bright brown eyes, and long brown hair. She always dressed sexy. Today she had on a red skirt that barely made it down her thighs and a short sleeve white shirt, perfect for August weather…………..SEE more on the next page,go below this page CLICK>>>2