Story: Chrissy's Chronicles Book 1 by bobandcarole (Mg, fg, Mfg, inc,   
   voy, rom, slow)   
      
      
      
       God I felt like shit.  Sitting here in a police station waiting for my   
   own daughter to be brought to me.  They'd given me a few minutes alone with   
   her before she'd gone before the judge (that was done via video hookup).   
   I'd gone into the cramped, smelly little conference room in a towering   
   rage. How dare she embarrass me by vandalizing cars!  Her and that group of   
   trailer trash hellions she hung around with.  I'd taught her better than   
   that.   
      
       I'd just fired my opening salvo when she'd lifted her dainty little chin   
   and met my gaze.  The look of pure anguish in those pure blue eyes had   
   frozen my heart and thankfully my mouth.   
      
       "It's all about you daddy.  It's always about you.  Your conferences,   
   your meetings, your dinner dates." Her voice was clear and low, she wasn't   
   hysterical or quavering.  It was the voice of sad resignation and it broke   
   my heart.   
      
       "And now it's still about you.  I've embarrassed you, you say.  I've   
   hurt you." She blinked those big blue eyes and a tear slid down one ivory   
   cheek.  "When it does it get to be about me?"   
      
       On the defensive I flustered, "Now baby you know I'm interested in you.   
   In your future."   
      
       "You check my homework, generally after I'm asleep."   
      
       "Homework is important.  An education is important.  As for my hours   
   baby that's part of my career, my path, OUR path to success."   
      
       She dropped her head.  "I don't feel too successful daddy." She raised   
   her head and again met my gaze.  "Do you remember my school play?"   
      
       Startled by the change in topic, at least I thought it was a change in   
   topic, I stammered, "Yes honey of course.  You played a dancer....uhh....I   
   think."   
      
       "I played a waitress, the play was 'That Night at the Truck Stop.' I   
   practiced for weeks and weeks.  I wanted so badly for you to be proud of   
   me. To see me at my best.  But you didn't show up.  I kept staring into the   
   audience as I recited my lines but you weren't there."   
      
       "Baby I had an emergency call.  I'm a lawyer.  These things happen."   
      
       "And my soccer championship.  I practiced so hard, I drove my teammates   
   to practice hard because I wanted my daddy to see us win the cup." She   
   dropped her head back down.  Her long blond tresses curtaining her face.   
   "But you didn't show up."   
      
       I started to speak but she went on, her words like a hammer driving   
   spikes into my soul.   
      
       "My piano recital, remember that.  I spent hours and hours at the   
   keyboard.  I practiced till my fingers ached night after night because I   
   wanted my daddy to see me in my sequined gown setting upright at that   
   beautiful piano making lovely music." She looked up and her face, till now   
   calm, crumpled.  "But you didn't show up!"   
      
       "All these things I did for you daddy.  I wanted you to be proud of me.   
   To hug me, to tell me how great I was." She sobbed, "But you never noticed   
   daddy."   
      
       "I noticed baby-"   
      
       She went on steamrollering me, her tears now flowed like a river.  "Well   
   daddy, I finally got you to notice me." She held up her thin shackled   
   wrists.  "And this time you showed up."   
      
       I started out of my reverie as footsteps approached.  A heavyset   
   policewoman approached with my daughter in tow.  At all of 4'7" Chrissy   
   looked lost in the Day-Glo orange issue jumpsuit.   
      
       "Mr.  Powell?"   
      
       I stood.  "That's right."   
      
       She consulted a clipboard.  "Judge Redding has agreed to your request to   
   release your daughter to your custody.  If she stays out of trouble for one   
   year and pays full reimbursement for all damages her record will be wiped.   
   Sign here."   
      
       I took the clipboard and scrawled my mark.  Doctors and lawyers have one   
   thing in common other than malpractice cases.  We both sign so many papers   
   that the signature quickly degenerates into an illegible flourish.   
      
       The policewoman removed the shackles and leg irons from my daughter,   
   ridiculous precautions for a 9 year old girl but rules were rules.  The   
   three of us made our way to the property room.  The clerk there took the   
   chit the policewoman gave him and passed over a stapled paper bag in   
   return.   
      
       I waited outside the restroom while Chrissy changed.  She finally poked   
   her head around the door sheepish and fearful.  Why became apparent when   
   the rest of her followed a moment later.  My blond angel wore a cropped   
   white top that left her tanned midriff bare.  The black micro-mini skirt   
   she wore with it came only a few spare inches above her crotch and left a   
   lot of thin shapely leg exposed.  I'd seen kinder-slut clothes like that on   
   mall rats and always tisked to myself with the other shoppers, 'their   
   parents let them out like that.  The family must not be much.'   
      
       I started to explode, 'You were wearing that!', but contained myself at   
   the last second.  When Chrissy finally met my eye I simply smiled and took   
   her hand.  "Let's go get something to eat baby."   
      
       As she skipped across the street toward the car those muscular legs   
   flashed under the streetlights and her dancing skirt shot tantalizing   
   glimpses of her panties.  When my cock started to respond I shamed it down.   
   I had to get my ashes hauled.  When I started perving on my daughter it had   
   been too long!   
      
       There was a Denny's just down the road.  We commandeered a booth in the   
   back and ordered.  Once the food was gone we talked.  Probably the first   
   real talk we'd had in years.  There was crying on both sides of the table.   
   The waitress kept our glasses full and never said a word about us tying up   
   a booth.  When we left it was after midnight.  I left a fifty dollar tip.   
      
       The next day was a Saturday.  Generally I went in to the office even on   
   Saturdays.  Today I called in.  When Chrissy came bouncing down the stairs   
   in her nighty she seemed surprised to see me sitting at the table.   
      
       I cooked us both a big breakfast, I'm a good cook, then asked Chrissy   
   what SHE wanted to do today.  We ended up doing a movie, a mushy thing that   
   didn't interest me but Chrissy loved.  She spent most of it hanging on my   
   arm, her silky hair brushed my cheek.  She smelled of strawberry shampoo   
   and lilac soap.  Her giggles were like bells ringing in my heart.   
      
       After the movie we did the park.  The local one had a small petting zoo.   
   We petted and fed then went wondering down the maze of nature trails.   
   Finally we bought sandwiches and sodas from a vendor cart and settled on a   
   secluded bench to eat.   
      
       "I've been thinking baby.  You know school will be out in a couple of   
   weeks.  How about we take a vacation, a nice long one, just the two of us."   
      
       Chrissy exploded in glee.  She threw her arms around me.  "Do you mean   
   it daddy, really, really?"   
      
      
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   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)