It started raining so I finished my spaghetti in my room. Right when I was done my dad called, "Claire!" I hurried down the stairs and ran into the kitchen where the call came from. The woman was on my dad's lap she was wearing a very beautiful red dress that was showing a little to much, just the way my dad likes it. Her hair was in curls and it was a light blonde. She held tight to my father, her hands around his neck. He fed her the spaghetti. "Yes?" I asked.
My father still looking at the woman replied, "Get the bed ready." The woman giggled and I nodded. I stayed on the stairs and secretly listened. "May I have a napkin?" The woman asked. My dad replied, "You don't need it." than I heard the sounds of kissing. Gross.
I quickly walked up the stairs and into my father's room. It was just the same as I last peeked at it. I made the bed than set the mood. Putting roses into pots, lighting candles, and dialed down the lights. I quickly hurried out and shut the door behind me. As I was walking into my room I looked down the stairs to see my father carrying the woman up them. I went into my room and locked the door. I knew what they were doing and I didn't want any part of it.
I changed to my only pair of pjs and plopped on my bed. I hugged my pillow, closed my eyes, and fell to sleep. I woke 2 hours later to a loud thump and a shriek. I jumped out of bed and went to my father's room. I really wished I hadn't. The woman and my dad were on the floor, luckily their underwear was still on but that was it. He was on top of her doing his thing. I quickly got out and shut the door quietly. More shrieks came from the woman. They were like shrieks of joy. Disgusting! She was enjoying that? I'm surprised they were able to do that for two hours straight! Then again when my dad starts he never stops.
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I was downstairs watching television on the old, box shaped, TV. I was watching a cooking show while was eating my cereal. I was sitting in my own comfy, pillowed, rocking chair my dad got me so I wouldn't sit on his couch or chair. My dad came downstairs. "Hey squirt," even though my dad was really bad, he was nice to me when it was just us, well most of the time.
"Hey dad. Where's your guest?" I asked as I turned down the volume of the TV.
"Still asleep," he got himself a bowl and poured himself some Cocoa Puffs.
"Must of worked her really hard."
He smiled and nodded, "Yep." He poured milk into his bowl and sat down in his chair, "What are we watching?"
I shrugged, "Some cooking show."
"Turn it to something not boring."
I gave him my bowl and changed the channel. It landed on a show that apparently he likes so I kept it there. I took my bowl from him and went to the kitchen to wash it. "What's her name?" I asked.
"Brynn I think." I thought about that name and asked, "How old is she?"
My dad gave me a weird look, "Why are you so interested in her?"
I shrugged, "I don't know. I'm just curious."
"20." he replied. Holy cow she's young! 26 years younger than my dad! She has the same name and is the same age as one of my sis... YUCK!
"Dad you realize she might be one of your daughters?"
He shook his head, "No."
"Well considering she has the same name as one of your daughters..."
You would think my dad was to old to do this but he's had so much plastic surgery that he looks like he's in his 20s and his body acts that way to. He stays in shape to attract the ladies he doesn't take any drugs and he doesn't smoke. He's so good to his fake body but he uses it for such bad things.
