Sarah and John fell into a comfortable routine now that the awkwardness of his being her step father and having had changed her diapers was behind them. Nobody had to know about their business, things could get ugly for John, and without ever saying it out loud they both went about their lives and protected the sanctity of their love for each other. Their love was a rare and sophisticated love between a Daddy and his special little girl. They knew people just wouldn’t understand.
John had to get up early for work, 4:00 am early. He was usually in bed and asleep by 9:00 pm and sometimes as early as 8:30 pm. On the 8:30 evenings a precocious Sarah might retrieve one of his beer bottles from the kitchen trash and stand at the foot of his bed and watch his silver haired chest rise and fall and insert the bottle into her vagina.
Sometimes an evening would play out like this: Dinner for both—prepared and eaten and then the dishes cleaned by Sarah—Check! Three to four beers served to John—Check! His night cap, 5 ounces of scotch served neat—Check! A look from John and Sarah would say good night to her little friends. She’d watch them walk down the driveway and after losing sight of them she’d close the door and turn to John. Her privates moist.