Daddy Takes My Temperature

I’m holding my Teddy, while my stepdad paces back and forth

through the hall outside my bedroom.

I just told him something I shouldn’t have.

Daddy doesn’t like it when I’m inappropriate, but I can’t help it. It’s in

my nature. It’s who I am. And maybe if he weren’t so damn sexy and big

and, just like…powerful, then I wouldn’t feel so horny around him. It’s

like I take on another personality whenever he’s near me!

I’m nineteen years old, but I’m regressing. And, sometimes, I feel like

I’m in the third grade all over again, but only when I’m at home—and

only when Daddy and I are alone together.

I try not to let myself get too frisky whenever he has a girlfriend

around. They never seem to like me very much and, I know that if

Daddy ever marries one of these sluts, then I’ll probably get shipped to

live with my stepmom in a whole other state—away from all my friends

and, more importantly, away from Daddy.