Rushing through traffic, all I could think of was Daddy. It had been months since I'd seen him, and now he was waiting for me, so close, I could almost feel his arms around me. Knowing that I couldn't have guests at the dorm, Daddy made reservations at a motel close by. But, as always, I was running a little late. I knew Daddy would not be pleased.
I arrived at the motel, and knocked at the door to his room. Nervous with anticipation, I felt my heart beating faster, knowing that he was just on the other side. I was going to see Daddy again! The door slowly opened, and there he was, smiling at me as I jumped into his arms. He wasn't wearing a shirt, it looked as if I had caught him in the middle of changing.
"Oh daddy, it's so wonderful to see you! I'm so sorry I'm late."
"It's great to see you too, sweetheart. But you know how daddy hates to wait."
"I really am sorry daddy; I promise it won't happen again." I looked at him with a sad look on my face to show I was sincere.
"That's all well and good, but I can't just let this go. You won't learn anything if I do that. I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you." His face looked at me more sternly, and I knew he was serious. He walked over to the bed and sat down.