It begins at his home

“Do you have plans for the weekend sweetie?” The question came after some small talk on the phone. It was late on the Thursday evening, she hadn’t seen him for a few days and she was enjoying hearing his voice as she lay in bed with her mobile tucked between shoulder and ear.

“Nothing planned daddy, I was hoping you would want me to spend it with you.” This was a typical Thursday evening conversation between them, so often he would call her late on the Thursday to invite her to his for the weekend, and always she would accept.

“Well my lovely young girl, why don’t you come round here after work tomorrow evening. Bring a change of clothes or two, be prepared for anything.” She smiled as he said ‘anything’, wondering what he had in mind for her.

“See you ‘bout six then” she agreed readily, although they both knew fully well that she was never going to say no.

They talked for a while longer, about their day, a little gossip, just the normal chat between lovers, and she smiles as she again realises how much she loves him and will do anything he asks of her.

The next day drags as she watches the clock, **** for five o’clock so she can leave work and go to him, spend her weekend with him and be in his company.

Finally it’s time to go, and she quickly makes excuses to the various invites to the pub, grabs her bag and out the door almost before the clock has even moved on.

A quick bus ride and walk and she finds herself at his door. Even as she raises her hand to knock, he is behind it, opening it and she takes the step inside.

“Hello my darling” he smiles as he takes her bag from her, “so good to see you again.”

“And you daddy” she replies as she leans up to kiss him gently on the lips.