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 Author: Prodigy S.
Title: Nice Dreams, Tuning In...  004 (M g inc gsolo Msolo ScFi)
Summary: In the future, a man discovers there is more to do in life than
pleasing his daughter.  There's always that, though...
Keywords: inc, gsolo, Msolo, ScFi
Universe: World Family Group
   Word Count: 726 Series Word Count: 3829
   Chapter 4
   As much as he wanted to run back to the apartment, that didn't seem at
all like the right thing to do.  He was not a man who ran.  Not that he
couldn't run well, he just wasn't the type.  Methodical, not sprightly. 
That's the way we do it.
   Wonder what she did for an hour.  Can I ask her about that?  Of course.
Will I?  Hmm...  Whatever she did, she did it in the nude, all ten years of
her.
   Then came the thought of what if it's all downhill from here.  But he
knew that women like dogs could smell fear and if he lost confidence it
would show and that was that.  He knocked on her bedroom door.
   "Got it, honey.  They didn't have much."
   Open a peek.  "Did you go to the right place?"
   "Jellyblatt."
   She sighed.  "I guess that's ok."
   He never did figure out what else she might have meant.  A stolen card
used somewhere else?  That's not reasonably possible for a girl of her age
or skill-set.  Never did figure out what she meant.
   "Here, first, for you, a robe," handed her the red robe.  "Again, they
didn't have much, so I found these, and they're just to tide you over until
tomorrow." Doesn't hand the party bikini to her yet.
   "Tide me over?"
   Hands them to her.  "Cover you up."
   Looking at the tiny string top and bottoms, her eyes practically bulged.
"Well they're not going to do that, jeez dad, are they!"
   "Okay, now take your shower, I'll be in my bedroom.  Anyways, that's why
I got you the robe."
   The bathroom was between the two bedrooms.  Now, the secret part of it
was the cutaway wall.  From Stephen's bedroom, he could see into the
bathroom no problem; like there wasn't even a wall.  Could they see back
into his bedroom?  No.  Did anybody else have that power?  Stephen wasn't
sure -- it would spoil it right off if he asked.  Hey, can you perv on the
bathroom from this angle?  How about if you stand right here?  He thought
it might just be keyed to the homeowner's ID for security purposes; again,
what use would it be to tell anyone?  Nobody said anything yet.  It was for
security.
   As you know: Hilda, Stephen Barrowman's ten-year-old daughter, had
barely entered puberty and none of that action had hit her in the chest
yet. Stephen's bed faced the wrong way compared to the bathroom wall so he
sat in a chair and pretended to use a tablet laptop.  He blinked or
something to make the wall go translucent.
   There she was, not very tall, long straight brown hair, tentative
movements and a little charmed.  She was, of course, already naked with her
clothes down the chute.  As she stepped into the shower, she looked at
herself in the mirror above the sink, and Stephen's heart raced.  Slowly,
she turned the water on and began to fill her hands with liquid soap.
   Bending over, one ankle crossed in front of the other, Hilda applied up
and down her legs, white suds foaming over her smooth olive calves and
thighs.  Up, rubbing up, into her nascent bush.  She seemed to cherish her
bush, taking special care to massage the soap into her parts, where a
little more hair would render the lips invisible.  For now, Stephen could
still see her labia, and he reddened in anticipation.
   The little fluffy bush was ahead of the rest of her development, for she
had only tiny buds yet for breasts and her hips were still mostly up and
down.  Enjoying this sensual theater, Mr Barrowman imagined the pleasure he
would get from watching her every weekend as she grew up, to be able to
notice every slight change in her anatomy and gentle spirit.
   Stephen thrust his right hand into his pants, still holding the tablet
in his left as though just in case anything happened he was all covered and
not doing anything like what he was really doing.  Drinking in the sight of
his creation.  Not much in the world was this good.
   Was Hilda purely possessed of a gentle spirit?  Stephen just about
gasped as she again and again returned to massaging herself, harder and
firmer each time until she spasmed.  Quickly!  Stephen joined her in the
moment...
   *** End of Chapter 4 ***
  
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