Dear Diary (Love, Daddy 7)

“Yes. In both places.”

“Good. I’ll be doing a very thorough inspection later.”

I’m sure my cum is still dripping out of Chastity and the new gold plug is planted in her ass. I still find joy in knowing she’s reminded of me with every step.

“You’re impossible.” She reaches over to wipe the chocolate off Evie’s hands as she sings happy birthday to me to herself. “Now get out of here. You are in charge of decorating the barn. Oh, and go check on your mother. She said she was going to take a nap then come help us bake but she’s not answering her phone.”

“She doesn’t know how. We need to get her a land line. She can’t figure out a cell phone.”

We moved here to our country house permanently six years ago and a year after, we moved my parents into a smaller place we built just for them. My father passed away the next year and fuck it hurt like hell, but I was happy we had the year together here that we did.

We still have our place in the city, but the pace of rural Connecticut suits us more these days. Our other four spawn are out shopping for presents for Evie with Chastity’s dad. He flew in yesterday and has been spoiling all the kids from the moment he hit the front door.

Turns out, Chastity’s stepsister wasn’t her Dad’s daughter after all. Her stepmother was less than loyal and it all came out about a year after all the bullshit with Joe happened.

Chastity and her father got closer and we went to visit one weekend. The stepmom was a right, royal bitch and I was having none of it when it came to how she treated Chastity. By the end of the weekend, there was a fight that raised the fucking roof and revealed some long-held secrets.

Richard, her father, was throttled by it all. The stepmom had been having affairs for years. Seems she had a thing for anonymous encounters, so she didn’t even know who her daughter’s father really was.

So, Richard divorced her ass with our encouragement. He keeps up with the daughter, because in his heart she is his and a year after the divorce, adopted her legally.

They’ve had their ups and downs, but she and Chastity have a friendship of sorts which works for me as long as no one loses their minds and everything is civil.

Joe’s charges were dropped due to his mental health status and I paid for him to get treatment for a few years. I did what I could, tried to visit him but in the end, he up and left. Didn’t want to see or hear from me or Chastity. I keep George on his tail just so I know where he is. He seems to have settled in Montana and I make sure he has money and a roof over his head.

Chastity never did her TV show. Instead, she wrote a series of children’s books about Robinson and Crusoe the frogs. They are in the fifth printing now along with a couple children’s cook-along cookbooks for parents and children to do together.

I step outside in the July heat and our two Saint Bernards come lumbering over panting and drooling.

“Go in the house dum-dums. Or in your house. You have an air-conditioned doghouse for Christ’s sake.”

I still run some of my philanthropic ventures but I’m only a silent investor in the other companies. I sold off most of my interests over the years, and there’s enough money to fund us for another three generations at least.

Chastity is still in heat most of the time which is good, because I’m a rutting dog for her twenty-four seven. She’s done being a baby making machine. We had some trouble during her pregnancy with Evie and it scared the shit out of me.

As much as I’d love to have twenty babies with her, without her I’d die.

She is my baby girl. My princess. My love. My best friend. My wife. My dirty slut and my little girl.

We still play, have our little secrets and I can’t wait to be ninety-years old. She will only be seventy, but God willing and the creek don’t rise, I’ll still be fucking her like she’s nineteen.

Telling her what a bad girl she is. How she needs to be quiet and take it because she asked for it.

And I’m going to give it to her.

I understand what Dorothy meant when she said, ‘There’s no place like home.’

Thanks to those fuck heads from Houston, I found Chastity, and she is my home.