Emily looked round slightly frantically at the small halt of Oncombe. No one on the platform to greet her in this strange place! Where was mother? Where, for that matter, was the porter; there did not seem to be one.
Alas, the mood finally passed. I became aware that my backside now itched most unpleasantly in addition to the dull, throbbing, ache which hadn't seemed to matter earlier, and also that I was ravenously hungry. But I knew better than to call for Mommy or Daddy, much less leave my room. In the Christensen family, when you were spanked and put to bed, you stayed there, and not a peep was expected from you until the next morning or until a grownup gave you permission to rejoin the family. Handprince c Please do not reprint or repost this story without permission from the author:. It wasn't long before the stairs creaked under his tread as he made his way up to my room. Mommy had doubtlessly told him "everything" as she saw it.
Once upon a time, in the land of never was , a place where big girls are sometimes little girls and their lovers are their Daddies, there was a girl and her Daddy. The girl loved her Daddy whole bunches and knew that she was his bestest girl. She thought that her Daddy was the best Daddy and she loved him whole bunches.
When I opened the door, the first thing that hit me was the blaring sound of rock music. Even as I shook my head, my lips turned up in a big smile. That music could mean only one thing. Sharon, my young daughter, had come to pay me a visit. Sharon was my only daughter.