She is sitting in his chair in front of his desk. This is where he spends so much of his time, his work keeping him away from her. She loves her daddy. She wants him around all the time.
The dust that covers his typewriter — but not the keys or the… what did he call it? The Daisy wheel? There’s no dust on the inside because he uses it so much. And that makes her jealous. She wished his hands were on her that often.
She knows that she isn’t supposed to think that way about her dad. He’s her step-dad, and she’s known him for years. It’s not like her mom just married him, but…. it’s wrong, she knows, but she loves the smell of him so much. She loves being close to him, when he puts his hand on her shoulder, or, even better, when he caresses her knee.
His touching isn’t inappropriate. He’s an adult and they say she’s still a kid. But it makes her all warm inside her belly. All tingly.