"Dear Diary... Timing is everything. Dick Cock! Dick Cock! DONG! DONG! DONG!"
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Saturday night... 8:00 PM.
Paige Turner was one of the sweetest teenagers alive. Everyone adored her even when shy moments claimed her. She was hit and miss concerning that, almost Jekyll and Hyde so to speak. It depended on the person, if she knew them, she would be bubbly and full of energetic chatter. If not, she became this softspoken, almost babylike persona that befitted her exterior image. Paige was seventeen, eighteen shortly, but her outer physique she could have passed for fifteen easily. The only thing preventing that observation was a growth spurt in her breasts. Now those were brag about worthy, and she knew it. Having never once dated a boy, or girl for that matter she was a homebody, raised primarily by her father Lonnie. She and he alone after years of alcohol abuse on her mother's part. Lonnie got custody and raised her well for a middle-class wage. Lots of overtime helped when her mom could never hold a job. Skipping the child support thing was all that prevented Paula Turner from suicide. She was a recovering alcoholic yes, but only a year's chip to go by. It was a constant struggle when her boyfriend was a party animal. At any rate, Paige was a good little girl.
In school she might not have been an honor roll student, but her grades were decent enough. She had no eyes on college nor any real career. This being her last year of high school she knew she needed to figure something out to help support herself and her dad. She might know that her dad would always take care of her, but she was certainly more considerate than that. Lonnie chose to tell her no job until she graduated and that made her very happy. So happy that she made certain to keep their home spotless. Oh, she had her moments of maid certain fatigue and Lonnie rarely said much about it but she always got caught up and made him proud. The love she had for Lonnie was unfathomable. Daddy was awesome in every way. She even loved every hobby he did. Daddy's girl 100%! She was about to prove that. He was about to do the stupidest thing he ever did. The crazy thing is...
"Almost eighteen Sweetheart." Lonnie heard his daughter come home from her mother's. This was the first day in six months that she actually spent time with Paula. With Paula's boyfriend being a total asshole, sadly a racist skinhead, Paige chose to steer clear of him as much as possible. Her mom's man Mark going out of town was the only reason Paige even agreed to share her birthday weekend with her mom. Worst birthday ever!
"I know." The short quirky redhead collapsed next to her dad on the sofa as he sat up to welcome her and hear the drama of it all. "I can't wait for the stroke of midnight. Only four hours away."
"How was your early birthday party at your mom's?"
"Pretty boring. There were a couple of her girlfriends there, if you can call them that. I think they were only there to babysit her while her asshole boyfriend was out of town for a fight. It ended up being more of mom's party than mine. At least she was sober." Paige Turner shyly spoke, her voice soft and more youthful than she truly was. "You know I only spent time with her because you made me. I prefer being home with you daddy."
"I know! But it was nice of her to try. Her ole' man is too much trouble for you to be around much and she knows it. Him gone this weekend was really in her favor and yours. That was the sole reason I enforced you going. She needs hope in her life to keep off the booze. Anyway, you made it through it and I'm proud of you. Come here and give your ole man a hug." He pulled her into the kind of hug a truly loving parent should express toward their child. Even if he held her a bit longer than she expected. His hands rubbing her back innocently, yet it felt more intimate than usual. Not in a sleazy way but as if he were trying to hold on to her youth a bit longer. It was cozy, warm, and relaxing.
She enjoyed her father's attention seeing as he was her only connection to men really. To a degree possibly too much the older she got but tried her best to keep it real. What helped her survive impure thoughts was the ton of male friends dropping by or going to sporting events with him. Nobody was dad though! Yet that idea was silly, right? Attraction to your own father was just wrong. Yet, his attention and loyalty toward how he raised her was so personal that she knew no different. They were more open than most father and daughter, just not so over the top that it looked weird. She would occasionally catch him being a man, masturbating and shyly hide while watching him from beginning to end. Even she on occasion lost her towel after a shower and he would see her naked. A blush ended that reality. Nothing was ever said negatively over it. He teased her if anything by joking and holding his hand over his eyes and saying silly things like, "Don't blind me." She would often pout over it and think the worst but in the end, he always hugged her and apologized for teasing her. The thing is, as she grew older, she almost wanted him to see her but just couldn't get too vocal, or even visual about it. His friends would be the same way if they happened to come over and catch her swimming in their hot tub. The only pool they had was a kiddy pool and at seventeen that just looked silly, even though it was still used to cool off in.
Sometimes it seemed as if they would show up more often than they should. Even when Lonnie was still at work. Always wanting to borrow something or joking around with her. Nothing bad or threatening but she knew their eyes were all over her. Maybe it was because over the last year she blossomed into a buxom beauty. Her chest increasing dramatically was definitely a hot topic. Her body toning up and tight because she ate very little kept her with a worthy image wherever she went. Why boys never hit on her made no sense but then again, her nerdy attitude might have played a part in it. Tomboy maybe, but only because she loved sports like her dad. That term Tomboy was dumb when she liked girly clothing. Again, maybe Jekyll and Hyde.
His friends were fun but creepy at times, mostly to get under her skin. She never once felt spooked by any of his friends. Heck one of Lonnie's friends offered to take her to prom. He was 35. It was a joke, but she did consider it. Lonnie said no so she accepted that and simply didn't go to the dance. No big deal in her mind anyway. Even when they teased her about her choice in clothing. Calling her nerdy and such. She did wear large, rimmed glasses with black frames but for reading. Only because the framing looked gorgeous with her long fiery red hair. She was one of the lucky gingers to avoid an abundance of freckles, shoulders mostly but even there sparse. Yet her complexion was milky white in dire need of a healthy tan but easily burnt if not cautious. Homework, chores, and girly things was enough for her. Hello Kitty fan! Taking care of dad was important to her. She owed him a good life.
Lonnie Turner having had divorced his wife Paula three years ago, took on sole custody of Paige during tough times. Her mother an alcoholic led her life down a very dark, destructive path and he wanted to make certain bashful Paige didn't follow in her footsteps. Keeping her almost too sheltered at times he knew but not once did she complain.
She had very few friends at school. Not many guys tried to get close to her and when they did, she would shy away and feel horrible about it later. She knew some wanted only one thing, but others truly did want to get to know her. The problem was, Paige just felt the need to be there for Lonnie. He was glad not to have to give her the talk. As if she didn't know all about it anyway. School did teach sex education. Girls talking. Guys bragging. Sure, she was curious about sex and all that it involved that's where her at home mischief began around her father. It just remained isolated in her own thoughts for the most part. Even the bashful fantasize.
Paige even went so far as to create her own perfect lover. He was named Donnie. Go figure, right? She kept a daily diary of her wishes and dreams. She and Donnie would make love five times a day in the strangest of places. Her bashfulness set aside when writing. Nobody would ever read it anyways. Until earlier today while Paige was at her mother's.
Lonnie had come home from overtime work at the Distillery early in the afternoon knowing Paige would be dropped off by a certain time late this very evening. Wanting to prep dinner for a cozy night at home and maybe a movie. He had a lot to accomplish before she returned home. It wasn't just the cooking but the cleaning. Not to mention he had to go shopping for last minute birthday presents. He loved spoiling the punk.
Taking a lingering basket of laundry to Paige's room around 5:45 PM he discovered her diary unlocked. Ignoring it at first, temptation made him take a peek. Twenty pages later he was making copies of the entire book. Tough to accomplish without bending pages but he somehow mastered it. His copier running out of ink the last six pages he just took cell photos of the rest it to read later. What amazed him early on was her reference to an imaginary lover named Donnie. Considering his name was Lonnie. How strange was that? Her imagination vivid and steamy as if wanting to come out of her shell. Although wrong of Lonnie to be snooping into her personal thoughts this stuff did intrigue him. His little girl was growing up. He would have some juicy reading to do after she went to bed. Then again, his mind did tend to act impulsively. What bothered him most was the diary began at age fifteen. She and Donnie had been together that long. He had to chuckle. The kid sure had a vivid imagination.
"So, what's for dinner?" Paige peels away from her father to check out the kitchen. On the stove simmering in a crock pot was a batch of Chili. She loved his chili as long as the jalapenos were not too hot. That was one of her weaknesses. Daddy's chili. So much for watching her weight. As if she needed to. Her ratio was 4'11, 107 pounds even. Tiny but productive and seductive, if she tried.
"Guess I don't have to tell you."
Prowling the kitchen, she converses with a whimsical sway. "Seeing as it's Saturday I want to stay up until midnight and celebrate my birthday. Is that okay?"
"Sure. We can watch movies and bring the big one eight in together."
"Thank you, Daddy. I'm going to go shower and change clothes. I hate getting all dressed up for mom. She always wants me to wear these ugly dresses." Flowered dresses were so out of character for her. She did look nice in them, but Lonnie always took her side. Her legs especially well toned for a girl that never worked out.
Nodding in agreement Lonnie suggests. "When you get done choose a movie. I set aside a few DVDs I know you love."
"You pick. Even though it is my birthday." She appeared distant.
"What I pick you might not like."
"We have similar tastes. I'll be good no matter which you choose."
"Girly flicks it is." He chuckles winking. Paige winces at him with a ho-hum expression then shrugs. He knew although girly she wasn't much for the romantic comedies.
"Tearjerker or just jerker?" She sticks her tongue out at him.
"Where did that come from Little Miss Shy?"
"If you can be goofy so can I. Oh, did you buy me a birthday present?" She grew inquisitive in a sly manner.
