“I have a cabin, just a few minutes outside of Wolf Creek, by the bridge and the little creek. Let’s meet there this Sunday and go fishing” I said, before asking Kaley to leave for the day. Our session was over. A different one would take place in a matter of days.
I wish I could say that I woke up early that morning, freshened up, and then made my way to the cabin, with excitement and anticipation in my loins. But it would be a lie. I drove there the night before. Woke up at the first crack of dawn, and freshened up.
And now I was waiting for Kaley. April in Montana is a coin toss. It could go either way. This time, we got a nice almost warm early Spring. And Kaley would be here soon. To fish. Or, really, to hunt her daemons away. Or, really, to fuck her psychiatrist, to roleplay fucking her absent father.
I heard a knock at the door. “Hi dad” she said, as I opened the door. She was wearing a beautiful white lace sundress, leaving very little of herself to the imagination.
I gasped. She chuckled. “You’ve never been that happy to see me before” she said, laughter in her voice, and just a hint of bitterness in her tone