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Chapter 3

How does Lacey respond to her father?

Not how she expected to (Lacey’s perspective)

Lacey’s feelings toward her father and this trip in general we’re mixed at best. She hadn’t seen the man in well over a decade. She had been about seven when he left and it was with out even so much as a goodbye. This had a serious impact on her, and not all of it was known to her. She had known even from a young age that there was an empty space he had left.

As she got older she developed an interest in older men, she rebelled against her ambivalent Mother, and generally acted out when she could. Things weren’t great at home or anywhere for Lacey and her obvious struggles had gone unnoticed. One of them was a weird frustration. It started out as discovering a strange community online.

They called themselves AB/DL’s and their kinky lifestyle spoke to Lacey in a way that made her stomach hurt and her body ache with desire. The combination of submission and complete lack of control in some small way filled that empty place. She had never experimented with actually wearing diapers, nor did she think she ever would. But consistently more depraved online fiction was a great escape.

The small plane began its descent. Lacey’s stomach tensed and she grew more anxious about the upcoming encounter with the man that had abandoned her then surprisingly gave her a place to stay. Lacey was worried he would take one look at her and reject her. Send her back. For some reason she was self conscious about her appearance to him, though for little reason. Lacey was a black haired petite girl. 5’5 with an athletic build and perky if small breasts.

Lacey got up from her seat and excited the aircraft onto the tarmac and realized that a sweatshirt and athletic shorts weren’t enough for the onset of Alaskan weather and cursed herself as she ran to the terminal. There was only one man standing there waiting for anyone and her stomach dropped. There he was, just like she remembered. He seemed strong. Tall with the same black hair, 6’2 and well built. She didn’t know how to respond and so she awkwardly went in for a hug. In her shivering vulnerability she held tightly. The warmth was too good

How does going home and getting settled in go?

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