I saw her, auburn hair a beacon, browsing the bookshelf marked ‘Supernatural.’
“Hello, Baby Pumpkin.”
She started, then twisted towards me, her face lit by a broad smile.
“Oh, Daddy, you surprised me.”
“Come.”
I grasped a hand and led her through the shop.
Outside was autumnal, grey and murky, with a fine drizzle. I opened my umbrella, and we walked beneath it to a nearby railing.
We turned, facing each other, her generous breasts pressing into my chest.
“I want you, Daddy. I want you to fuck me.”
My heart leapt, and sheltered by the umbrella, we kissed.
