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CHAPTER SEVEN
Jonah
‘It’s been what, seven months?” Trey asked me as we laid out the last hose over the concrete behind the station to check for leaks.
“Almost eight now,” I replied.
“Well, when the hell do I get to meet your little girl?”
I shrugged and said, “I don’t know yet.”
“Is something wrong with her?”
“No, of course not!”
“Is she…” He shrugged. “I mean, is she a different race or something? Do you think I’d be shocked if you’re with an African American or an Asian girl or something?”
“No,” I replied. “Jesus! Of course, I don’t think you’d be shocked. She’s Dutch and Irish for Christ’s sake but it doesn’t matter. What a thing to say.”
“You introduced me to your last little girl two weeks after you got together with her. What the hell are you hiding?”
“Nothing,” I replied. I was grateful to see Andy attach one of the hoses to the spigot. I walked over to brace it and then lifted my hand to let him know I was ready. I held the hose and directed the spray over the grass while Trey walked behind me and checked for leaks as the water flowed. We went through that process for seven more hoses and I was grateful for an end to the conversation.
But I didn’t stop the conversation in my head.
Why didn’t I want him to meet her? Why didn’t I want any of the Daddies I knew to meet her? I loved her. I knew that for certain. She was beautiful and smart, too. Why was I so ready to hide her away?
The answer came to me after I left the station and headed home. I knew since I’d spent the night at the station, I would find Rayna on her knees and waiting for me when I arrived. We would talk about her body, and I would feel a thrill about how she felt confident now, how she saw the real beauty inside of herself. She would give a blowjob.
Even after eight months, the remarkable quality of her blowjobs thrilled me.
But we wouldn’t talk about her goals. We wouldn’t talk about her doing more than just helping people buy cigarettes and cigars tobacco and rolling paper. We wouldn’t talk about her taking on this project or that project. We wouldn’t talk about organizing her life, so everything was easier. We wouldn’t talk about any of that.
And I didn’t want my friends to know.
I was ashamed of myself for not helping my little girl grow into the person she could be. I was ashamed of myself for eight months of getting all I could possibly want from a girl more giving than anybody I’d ever known before. I was ashamed at the imbalance in our relationship. She gave everything and I just received it, giving her nothing in return.
That had to change, and I resolved to change it right away and fail my little girl no longer. I hurried through the rest of my shift, waiting impatiently for the day to end so I could go home and fix the problem I created.
When I got home, Rayna was on her knees as I expected her to be. I went through the ritual as I undressed like I normally did.
“Tell me you’re a beautiful, little girl.”
“I’m beautiful, Daddy,” she replied with a smile.
“Good,” I said. “Now tell me about your body.”
“My body is lovely, Daddy. It’s shapely and beautiful and sexy. I’m very desirable.” Her smile widened and she added, “I feel especially desirable today.”
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“Well, normally I have to work a little bit to get you hard, but it looks like that’s already taken care of.”
I glanced down and saw that she was right. My little soldier was at complete attention. Evidently, my body was far less concerned with fixing our relationship than my mind was. I considered just leaving things like that and letting Rayna finish the blowjob but I wouldn’t be a very good Daddy if I did, so instead, I asked, “What dream do you want to accomplish?”
She looked at me, confused. “Dream?”
“Yes,” I said. “A career, a personal goal, maybe something you want to learn, a hobby, anything. What can your Daddy help you achieve?”
