EPILOGUE
Sara Jean
My grandma would say, “She’s got her trotting harness on.” She always says things like that. In fact, if there’s a book somewhere of sayings from the South, I’m pretty sure my grandma says everything in it. Right now, I’m the one with the trotting harness on, I’m the one dressed to attract a boy.
Well, a Daddy.
I’m always dressed to attract a Daddy.
I don’t have one, though, and I’m beginning to think I never will.
Oh, I had one for two week,s but he wasn’t interested in finding for a forever girl. He was here on vacation, and he loved the idea of a fortnight girl. Forever girl? No thanks.
I’ll see two Daddies today. Neither of them is my Daddy and neither of them is available to be my Daddy because they both have their own little girls. Either Thaddeus or Dennis would be perfect, too. Alas, it’s not to be.
I’m not actively looking for a Daddy right now. But I always have my trotting harness on.
In this case, it means cute purple jeans with pink tennis shoes, a rainbow kitten shirt and pink nails and lip gloss. I have my black hair up in cute pigtails, too. I love dressing like a little girl. I especially love the contrast between the clothing style and my body. I’m a petite girl but that’s the only thing about my figure that’s like a little girl. My breasts are very nice. They’re teardrop shaped, large but proportioned for my body. My hips flare out just a little, and I know my butt is something men love to see. There’s something about wearing bright, playful little girl clothing while obviously having a sexual body that just thrills me.
“I don’t know, Thad,” I hear as I approach the office. “I don’t want to intrude.” I don’t recognize the voice.
“Come on, Jackson,” he says, “I’m inviting you. There are people like us there. Who knows, one of the littles might bring a single friend.”
I pause. I shouldn’t eavesdrop but I can’t help myself. “All right,” Jackson finally says.
I knock on the office door and Thaddeus calls, “Come in!”
I step inside and see Jackson. From his beard to his toes, this man is perfect. “Hello, Candy’s Daddy,” I say with a smile. “I’m ready to sign the paperwork.”
“Sara,” Thad says, “This is my friend Jack. Jack, this is Sara. She’s going to buy one of the condos.”
I smile, “Only because you’re going to carry the note for me.”
“That’s not me, although I would do it for you. Dennis and his wife own the project.”
“Yes,” I say, “but you kindly suggested it to them.”
“Well, why don’t you thank all three of us on Saturday. I’m having a get together at my house. Lunch at noon, movies, that sort of thing, and then we’ll all have dinner, too. Can you get the day off from the diner? Everyone coming is in the lifestyle.”
“I can make it happen,” I say. To Jackson, I say, “It is very nice to meet you, Jack.” I don’t say what I’m thinking. You’re going to be my Daddy, Jack.
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