"Daddy?" Little One asked, "Would you like for me to clear the table and wash the dishes? I was trained in house keeping at the Home."
"Little One, I did not bring you here to be a maid," Daddy answered, "I would appreciate it very much if you cleaned the kitchen for me. I have to go to the dress shop to take care of some things. Will you be alright if I leave you here alone?"
"Will you be away long, Daddy?"
"I'll be back before lunch," Daddy said. He pulled Little One close to him and kissed her on the forehead. Little One stretched up to him and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I won't be long, Little One. Daddy straightened the front of his pants and smiled at Little One before he turned and left. Little One soon heard Daddy's car start and drive away.
Little One cleared the table and rinsed the plates in the sink. Soon the kitchen was in order again. Little One suddenly felt very alone. She had not been completely by herself any time she could remember. Daddy's house seemed larger on the outside. There must be parts she had not seen. The front parlor had a fireplace and tall windows that went from the floor to the ceiling. Beyond the Parlor was Daddy's study. Daddy's desk was in the center of the room. There were three empty silver frames, in successive sizes laying on the blotter. Little One sat in Daddy's swivel chair. The leather was cold against her thighs and bottom. She kicked at the floor and spun around. The study smelled like Daddy. The room was like him. The desk and all the other furniture, chairs, bookcases, and lamps, seemed strong and immovable. Little One studied the yellow legal pad on the desk. The hand writing was bold and large. Daddy printed all his letters. Little One picked up the pen, lying on the blotter. It was heavy for its size. Everything about Daddy seemed heavy and strong. Little One pulled the collar of Daddy's shirt up to her nose and inhaled deeply. He seemed to be there with her. Little One squeezed her thighs together and felt her pussy moisten.
She jumped up quickly, afraid she would make a spot on the leather. Little One leaned back on the desk with Daddy's chair between her feet. She imagined Daddy sitting before her, looking her in the eyes. Little One unbuttoned Daddy's shirt and pulled it back to expose her breasts to the imaginary Daddy. She leaned back on her arms and felt the pen under her hand. Daddy held the pen up and smiled. Little One closed her eyes and felt the pen touch her. It lightly grazed her vulva and pushed though the lips, probing and slipping inside her. She had never played like this before. Her own fingers were the largest thing she had ever put inside her. The pen pushed deeper and explored. Little One bit her bottom lip and trembled. She felt the pen rubbing against her pubic bone, finding an electric spot, that made her eyes pop open. This was something new. Imaginary Daddy vanished. Little One took a firm grip on the pen and pressed again. The electric spot felt like she had touched her clitoris from the inside. Little One wanted Imaginary Daddy back. She closed her eyes again, but could not find the same feeling. Frustrated, Little One, put the pen in her mouth and licked it clean. She wiped it dry on Daddy's shirt and put it back on the blotter.
Little One walked back to the parlor and bounced up the stairs. She stopped at her bedroom door and saw the open door of Daddy's bedroom. Little One walked cautiously to the door and looked in. Daddy's large bed was unmade. Little One instinctively pulled the sheet tight and tossed the blanket to smooth it out. She looked into Daddy's bathroom and thought about the morning. Imaginary Daddy was shaving again. Little One could see him plainly, standing before the sink, his penis standing out straight. Little One suddenly felt self conscious and pulled Daddy's shirt closed over her breasts. Daddy's bathroom was larger than hers. The toilet and shower were in a small room beyond the sink and vanity. Daddy's large closet was next to it. Little One switched on the light. Daddy's closet was almost as large as her bedroom. There was one wall of clothes on hangers. The opposite wall was shelves and drawers. The top shelf was a row of hats. Little One had never seen a real man's hat before. She reached high and pulled down the closest one. A black cowboy hat, thought Little One. Is Daddy a cowboy, she wondered. Little One put the hat on and it sank down her forehead over her eyes. She pulled it up and rested it on the back of her head. Little One turned to look in the mirror and imaginary Daddy was back again, standing before the sink, his concave hips and back holding her eyes. Little One hopped up on the counter where Daddy had put her earlier. Imaginary Daddy's cock was hard and he was smiling at her. Little One pushed her finger inside her vagina and rubbed cream through her slit. Her fingers slowly circled and pressed her clitoris. Little One's half closed eyes spied the green cologne bottle. She picked it up and unscrewed the heavy lead cap. The lime and spice filled the room. Little One held the bottle in her left hand and began to rub again, faster and harder. Daddy's naked body filled her mind. She could smell him coming closer to her. She closed her eyes and Imaginary Daddy pulled her to the edge of the counter, his hard cock standing out straight, just inches from her pussy. Little One felt the heat building inside her. The green bottle slipped from her and bounced off the counter and hit the floor, breaking at the neck and spilling the cologne. Little One leapt off the counter and knelt on the floor. The bottle was broken and most of the cologne was on the floor. Little One's face flushed blood red. Her heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears. She pulled a towel down to soak up the cologne. The bottle neck fit perfectly back on the bottle, but it could not be fixed. Little One was scared now. What would Daddy do? She picked the pieces up and placed them on the counter. Little One stood on her shaking knees and walked back down the hall. She sat on the top step of the stair case and began to tremble. She cupped her face in her hands and sobbed softly. She knew Daddy would take her back to the home. There were other girls, who had left and been returned, always ashamed to talk about it. Now Little One understood why. Little One felt very cold and alone. She pulled Daddy's shirt tight across her breasts and shivered, rocking slowly on the stair.
A few minutes later, Little One heard Daddy's car in the driveway. Little One trembled when she heard the key in the lock and the door slowly opened. She looked down at Daddy and tried not to cry out loud. Daddy looked up at her. His brow wrinkled as he studied Little One's stricken face.
"Little One," He finally said, "What is the matter? And why are you wearing my hat?" Her heart sank lower. The hat, thought Little One. She had forgotten the hat. Now Daddy knows I was playing in his closet. Daddy walked quickly up the stairs and stood below Little One, at eye level with her. "What is the matter, Little One. Are you alright?" Little One tried hard to compose herself.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she answered through chattering teeth. "I broke your green bottle. I'm very sorry." Little One put her head down and clenched her eyes tight, trying not to cry. Daddy stepped past her and walked to his bedroom. The smell of his cologne was strong.
"Little One," she heard him call, "Come here right now." Little One stood and walked slowly to Daddy's bedroom. He was standing by the sink with the bottle in his hand.
"How did this happen?, Little One." Little One could not look up.
