Friday, 3:00 p.m.
"Damn it!" my Dad cursed as he hung up the phone. The problem was our central air conditioning system was not working. Now, if this had been spring time, it wouldn't have been a problem. We simply would've rolled up the windows and that was that. But being that we lived in California and it was the beginning of July. Well, I could see why Daddy would be so upset.
Daddy's a pretty handsome man. I don't think I'm too bad looking either. I turned 18 just a couple months ago.
"That's the third repairman I've called and they still can't come out and fix it till Monday," Daddy said.
I sat on the sofa looking through my magazine. Sure, I was upset about the air conditioning too, but I guess it just didn't bother me as much as it did Daddy. We were having so much trouble getting repairmen out here because it was the Fourth of July weekend.
Daddy collapsed onto the sofa. I scooted close to him and gave him a hug, "It'll be alright Daddy, I promise."
He patted my hand, "Thank you, honey. Come on sugar, help Daddy get the fans from the garage."
We went out to the garage to collect all two of our fans, and brought them into the living room. We turned them on, and finally we were getting some cool air, though Daddy and I were both kind of sweaty. He turned on the television to the Weather Channel. It said on the screen that our area was a 110 degrees.
"I'll be right back Daddy," I said. "I'm just going to my room for a minute."
I walked upstairs and into my room. I changed out of my Capri pants and top, and then put on a t-shirt and a small pair of jean shorts. While I was getting dressed I thought about Daddy. He was a really nice man. No boyfriend was even half as good as he was. He was sweet, funny, charming and handsome.
I walked back downstairs. My Dad looked me over and then directed his attention back to the television.
I'd have to say one of my best features was my legs. They were shapely and smooth. They looked long too - at least for my height, which was 5'5". I weighed about 115 lbs and I had perky breasts and a cute bottom. My hair was long and wavy, and my eyes were a light blue color.
Anyway, I knew Daddy was a leg man. At least I had a suspicion he was. See, whenever we'd watch tv, Daddy would always stop whenever there was a girl showing plenty of leg.
I'm an only child and my mother had left our family when I was just a baby. I was only about 10 or 11 months old, so of course I had no memories of her. I don't know how Daddy did it - raising a daughter all by himself, but he did it alright. Daddy hadn't even had a girlfriend since Mom up and left.
I looked over at him. His green eyes were focused on the tube.
"Daddy, I'm going to go get a lemonade, do you want anything?"
I stood up and once again he looked me over, giving me a slow smile, "Yes, baby. Maybe you can bring me a Coke and a few cookies."
"Sure thing Daddykins."
I could feel his eyes on my rear as I went into the kitchen. I poured the glasses, then set a few cookies on a plate. They were chocolate chip, and I wanted some, but you know us girls, too many cookies and we get stuck in a doorway.
I brought out the food and drinks.
"Here you go Daddy," I said handing him his drink and snack.
"Thank you sweetheart."
Friday 7:00 p.m.
It was still light out, and still just as hot out. At 110 degrees, it was dangerous to be outside for more than a few minutes.
Daddy announced he was going to his room for a minute. With only two fans, we had no other choice then to camp out in the living room.
I was sitting on the couch doing homework, or trying to at least. Some crap about the Periodic Table of Elements.
Daddy then came down the stairs. He had changed out his khakis and button up shirt, and now just had a pair of jeans on. His chest was gorgeous! I had no idea how great his body was. His chest was a little muscular, but not overly muscular, which is how I like it. He caught me staring at his chest, and I blushed. He definitely should have his shirt off more often, I thought to myself.
I've always had an innocent, adolescent crush on Daddy, with him being so handsome and everything, but this was different than handsome. This was sexy.
He sat down in the chair, while I sprawled out on the couch and my t-shirt "accidentally" hitched up a little. I could feel his eyes on me. I started to caress my bare thigh, then I looked up to see him watching. He quickly darted his eyes away.
I grinned, "What's wrong, Daddy?"
"N-nothing," he said. "I just, well, I just think you should put more thought into the way you act and the way you dress."
I sat up, faking surprise.
"What do you mean?"
He came over and sat by me, very closely. "Baby, you act far too grown-up for being only 18 years old. I mean, you dress to show off your body. Sweetie, boys have only one thing on their minds. Whenever we go out I see all these men stealing glances at my sweet little girl."
I giggled, "I know, Daddy."
"Are you saying you like that attention?"
"Of course," I said matter-of-factly.
"Sweetheart, some of them aren't even boys, they're old men. Men my age!"
"Oh Daddy, you're not old."
"Baby, you're missing my point. When you play with fire, you're going to get burned. It's not just that, it's the way you act. You're flirtatious. You're too flirtatious."
I scooted closer to him and wrapped my arms around one of his, "Am I?"
He swallowed, "Y-yes."
I giggled softly in one of his ears, "Oh Daddy," I said, kissing his cheek. Then I started to kiss his ear.
He stood up, "Stop it! You will not act so slutty, not under my roof young lady!"
I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. I couldn't believe he called me a slut. I got up and stomped off to my room, slamming the door behind me.
Saturday 1:00 a.m.
I awoke in my bedroom, still with the same clothes on. A fan was now in my room, breezing it's head back and forth, and on my night table was a note. I sat up and turned the lamp on. It was from Daddy. It read:
Dear Princess,
I'm sorry we got into an argument. I know I was the one at fault. I never should've said you were slutty. I'm very sorry for saying that princess. I hope you'll talk to Daddy again soon.
Love Always, Daddy
It was a sweet note, and of course I forgave Daddy. My mouth was so dry, so I went downstairs to get a can of pop.
In the living room, both the television and the fan were still on, but Daddy was out like a light. He laid on the couch, softly snoring.
I tip-toed passed him and into the kitchen. I grabbed a can of soda and started to tip-toe back to my bedroom, when I heard a grunt.
"Baby?"