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You still have this?

Can I keep it?

Of course.

Oh my god!

Marshmallow!

Feels like time goes by so fast.

Like one day I just woke up and I was 19 and filing taxes.

It sure does, baby.

You know, I asked Mom when I could see you again, and she goes, your stepdad

isn't coming back.

Is that true?

Um, yes and no.

Everyone's being so confusing.

Are you coming back or not?

Honey.

Listen.

Divorce.

If I could, I would come back in a heartbeat.

She's not forcing you.

Well, legally speaking.

That's not what I meant.

I mean, you can take me with you.

I wish I could, sweetie.

You said yes and no.

What? When I asked if you were coming back, you said yes and no.

I mean, I want to, but I can't.

Yes, you can.

We can still go to movies together.

Just keep it private. And you can come to my soccer games.

Mom, I won't tell Mom.

It's not like she goes to those anyways.

Honey.

You're making this so complicated when it doesn't have to be.

It is complicated.

You and Mom said that divorce is so confusing.

The only ones making it confusing are you two.

Sweetie.

Why won't you just tell me?

You love Mom.

I do.

So what am I supposed to think?

Did you cheat?

No.

Was it me?

Oh, honey.

No.

Listen, never in a million years was it you.

I just feel like maybe you got overwhelmed or something. I know being a

parent can be really hard sometimes, and Mom won't tell me anything.

I got in trouble because your mom found out something that she didn't like.

What?

She found out that I have feelings for another woman.

Somebody beautiful and compassionate and an

incredibly inquisitive young woman.

Is it?

Tell you what, we should finish going through all this.

You know, it's getting late, you've got to get to bed, and your mom's going to

be home in the morning.

Okay.

I can't believe you still have this.

Of course. Our bedtime stories were some of my favorite memories.

It was my favorite book.

Probably read it about a thousand times.

You should keep it.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure it means just as much to you as it did to me.

Well, yeah. I mean, if I don't get to see you again, then... I don't know.

It's something to hold on to if I can't be there. I understand.

Dad.

Life is moving so fast.

Yeah, it is.

Read to me?

Yeah.

Yeah, for sure.

Let's get in the bed.

One more time. One thousand and two.

There we go. The fox and the grapes.

Hungry fox saw some fine bunches of grapes hanging from a vine that ran

along a high branch in a tree.

And then she smushed her face into his cheek and gave him the biggest raspberry

kiss ever.

Oh my gosh. Raspberry kisses.

I haven't had one of those in forever.

You used to.

I hate those things. I love raspberry kisses.

Okay, well, I mean, I just mean they always made you so squirmy.

No, only on my belly, not my cheek.

I mean, you used to just giggle like there was no tomorrow. I thought you

were going to have like an asthma attack, but then, yeah, I guess you just

asked for more.

It's just they tickled so much, but I did like them.

I even got you a couple times.

Oh, no, no, I let you get me those times. Did not.

I guess we'll just never know.

We'll see about that.

Jesus Christ.

What? Talk about the wettest kiss on the planet.

But I see how it is. What?

Just go to bed.

It's getting late.

But, no!

One more story, please.

Baby, there was only the one book in the box. I have another book with me. Can I

go get it?

Okay, okay, fine. One more story.

Okay. I'll be right back.

Here you go.

This is huge.

I know.

We're going to be here all night.

Daddy, it's not that long.

It's well over, like, 2,000 pages.

Just read it, please.

Okay, fine, but I'm only reading the first chapter.

All right.

Chapter 1.

Clearwater Town.

Everett wasn't swift or strong.

That didn't go well in Clearwater Town.

But he was honest.

And honesty means more to Annabelle than you'd think it'd be.

Run away with me, Annabelle begged.

He shook his head and kept silent.

Don't you love me, Everett?

She shoved him.

Quickly. Everett tugged her close with passion, fighting the urge to kiss her.

All that I ever feel is love for you, Annabelle.

So much so that it ruins my mind.

Then why won't you leave with me? Take me with you, Annabelle insisted.

Suddenly, Everett rubs his hands around her face and wets her bottom lip in a

fashion that bleeds with tenderness and desperation.

Please stay.

You're much safer here, he whispers.

He wets her lip?

Yeah, pretty romantic.

So he licks it?

Yeah, I mean, in a way. It's how some people ask permission to French kiss.

Oh.

Have you ever done that?

Mm-hmm.

Oh.

Sounds difficult.

To do, I mean.

It takes precision.

I just feel like if you do it wrong, you're slobbering in someone's mouth.

I mean, there's a tenderness to how you do it.

When you kiss somebody, it should feel like you're begging.

Begging? Yes.

So he was begging her to stay.

Exactly.

You know, when you kiss someone like that.

You build the tension.

And you really want to, like, keep the touch light.

And kind of... Like that?

Stop, stop, stop.

Daddy. I'm sorry. I just got lost in

the moment.

It's okay.

No, we should just finish reading this chapter.

This book is ridiculous.

Where are we?

Okay, I will not stay, Annabelle replied firmly. And I know the

words you're leaving.

Annabelle slips down on her knees in front of him.

What?

Lily, what kind of book is this?

I don't know.

Misa gave it to me.

I don't think Misa should be reading books like this.

How would you know? You didn't even finish it.

Don't, Everett commands.

Annabelle slowly removes his member from his trousers.

Baby.

Daddy, it's romantic. Please.

Everett squints and takes a deep breath as Annabelle examines the tip of it.

Precum drips down onto her lip.

Good God.

Everett, with every shred of strength in him, stands there patiently as she

examines him, but his patience runs short as he soon finds his member at her

wet entrance, swollen and awaiting penetration.

Okay.

Are you okay?

Honey,

your skin is flushed and you're shaking.

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

Did the story do this to you?

I'm trying.

Trying what?

To be good.

Honey, you don't have to be good for me.

Want me to make you feel better?

catching your breath.

Just like your story, huh? Uh-huh.

Even better.

Thank you.

It fucking feels so good.

You got my pussy so good, Daddy.

Oh,

you're so...

Uh-huh.

make your story.

Sweetie.

You should hop on it, though.

Really, Daddy?

Oh, yeah.

There's still one more.

There will be plenty of them.

I love you

Where do you want to come, Daddy?

I actually want to come in here.

You want to come in my pussy?

Uh, yeah.

Well,

I'm staying with you and that's that.