Polinka Goes on Holiday
Copyright© 2026 by Clee Hill
Chapter 15
“Dad?” Polinka whispered in the warm soft glow of the morning sun.
“Sweetheart?”
“Did you hold my tiddie all night?” she asked, her hand stroking his where it still lay over her right tiddie, cushioned by her left.
“I didn’t plan to,” he said, trying to take his hand back but Polinka holding him where he was.
“Thank you,” she said, lifting up his hand and kissing his palm before she turned over to face him, his hand now placed on her hip.
“Another good night’s sleep?”
“Always are in your arms,” she said, her voice thick with love as she moved forward and kissed him, interrupting her kiss to reach between them and tuck his stiffening knob between them before she snuggled even closer. “Nope. Sorry. Feels nicer up my bum than my tum,” she giggled.
“Which comment I am not going to touch.”
“Yeah. Kind of unfair, asking you, so tell me, Dad, where do you prefer your knob, up between your daughter’s bum cheeks or slapped up and over her belly button,” she giggled.
“And my holding your breast last night?”
“I’m not in trouble, am I?” she worried, seeing how, in the cold light of morning after a good night’s sleep, that might get her into exactly that.
“No, but it is quite a step more than my accidentally touching them as I hold you to sleep.”
“It wasn’t a sex thing, I promise,” she said, still panicking. “But you know that. No raging stiffy even though you spent the night cuddling up to a hot young blonde virgin,” she smiled, making sure he knew she was exaggerating, and also she had never worried it was anything more than him simply touching her. Not, really.
“I know, but it was still a step which we both took.”
“You’re okay, though? Right?”
“Surprised but nothing more than that.”
“Cool. So tonight, you want to cuddle the other one, you know, maintain the balance, haha.”
Stephen chuckled. “I’m sure I shall be persuaded.”
“And can you be persuaded to let me go nude to go pee?”
“Can you persuade me the coast is clear?”
“I will,” she grinned, kissing him once more before, with a peek through the curtains and a thumbs up, she was off, door open as she headed for a nearby but discrete tree.
“So this is our last day?” Polinka asked as they headed down to Cunnigar Stephen had said, that being not so much a UFO hotspot but more what was, supposedly, as big a sandy beach as you could get in Ireland. There was also a seafood restaurant specialising in the locally farmed mussels, as well as other fish caught in the Irish Sea. With the weather desperately hot again, she was back in her nautical scarf, loosely tied into a figure eight that she had checked and demonstrated was secure by doing a couple of jumping jacks, despite how silly it looked doing them when the rest of her was naked. With her father’s amused approval she had matched some of the colours of her scarf with a layered ruffled skirt in pale blue, no panties again because not only was it cooler that way, but she was beginning to feel more comfortable as she wore less.
Stephen nodded as he navigated a junction down to their destination. Once again he was going for cool, at least temperature wise, wearing just a pale pink tee-shirt and sage green shorts. With creases. “I’m afraid so, Biscuit. Our ferry back tomorrow departs at a quarter to nine in the morning, so one more trip, one more secluded sunset, and then it’s back to Wales and back home on Sunday.”
“It’s been perfect,” she beamed. “The places, the adventures, all of it. Even the shopping, grr,” she joked, patting her silk scarf which she had not needed but which she now loved all the same.
“You wear it well.”
Polinka laughed softly. “Thanks. And don’t get me wrong, I love how it feels and I am absolutely going to ‘invest’ in something silky with my pocket money,” she began, meaning the monies left over from her €200. “I, I just wish I felt like had I done something for you. And not even your birthday,” she smiled.
Stephen gently shook his head. “I wish there were some way I could make you feel how seeing you so happy makes me feel. Father’s privilege? Maybe. There is one thing you have done, even if I maybe haven’t made you feel it as much as I should, and that’s be so you. Suddenly finding yourself in the position of helping your daughter growing up into a young woman? I’m not going to lie, Polinka; as a man it was perhaps especially daunting. Yes, I had help from my parents, and yes, I took a few courses and read a lot of materiel, but for all of it, I was worried how things would go for you ... and I need not have worried at all. You are smart, beautiful, funny, insightful, cheeky, of course, and about as loving and willing to show your love and trust as I could have ever hoped for. More. I was so focused on not screwing it up I’m not sure I ever took the time to think through what I hoped for you, at least no further than firefighting any problems that might come up, not that they ever did, really. You never even pestered to get your ears pierced,” he said, glancing over to smile, and only now his speech was over could he see the tears on her cheeks. “Too much?”
“No! God, Dad, no, and no, I’m not going to pass the blame to my period, either. No, Dad, it’s not too much; I just never knew how much you worried about me!?”
“Of course I worried, Biscuit. There were so many ways things could have gone ... differently, but somehow we kept taking the best route, taking the correct choice, and here we are, both a little tearful and me hoping you understand even a little just how much I am so proud in who you are and who you are becoming.”
“Even if I go through a bit of a slutty phase?” she teased, desperate for her father’s smile as well as his confession.
“Even then, sweetheart.”
“Cool. So I can get my ears pierced? Today?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows, Stephen chuckling at her antics as she did what she could to show him how much she appreciated what he had done and gone through. True, some of it would only make sense once she was a little older, she knew that, but she could still feel the outlines if not see the details. There were others at her school, similar situations, daughters of a single parent, and a lot of them were so angry they just grew mean, or distant, and terrified of being close to anyone. She hadn’t consciously taken any steps to avoid that, but she could see how, one moment here, one crisis there, she could have gone down other paths. And all the while, Stephen had been worrying, even when he’d been talking with her, supporting her, and, when necessary, comforting her. And hiding how hard it was for him. Yes, she was sure being a parent was never ‘easy’ and she was sure it wasn’t always ‘hard’, at least not most of the time for most people, but hearing how he had had to work hit home hard. Hence the tears. Hence the joke about getting her ears pierced.
“Oh thank God, yes,” Stephen said, winking to let her know he was kidding. “Something new for birthday and Christmas presents? You know, after sixteen years, you kind of run out of things, especially once you start growing out of toys.”
Polinka smiled. “Don’t worry, Dad, I won’t ask you to get something pierced so I can buy you jewellery. Although ... Have you ever considered a prince ... ly medallion?” she snickered, knowing he had been expecting a more ‘intimate’ conclusion to her question.
“Not since I saw my Dad’s photos, no. Chest hair and fake gold. Not a good look,” he chuckled.
“But you don’t have much chest hair so, haha, wouldn’t give off the whole ‘shaved gorilla’ vibe,” she smirked, having seen enough hairy chests in films from the seventies to know exactly what he was avoiding. “Not sure how the whole ‘nude sleeping’ thing would have gone if you were hairy. Probably wait until winter,” she grinned.
“So do you really want your ears pierced? I’m sure we can find somewhere to get them done,” he said, their itinerary for the day having them spending the morning down in Cunnigar before heading towards Killillane for the night.
“Please, but can I get them done properly, you know, not in Claire’s Accessories but somewhere better than that?”
“Maybe see what you can find on your phone?” he said, concentrating on the driving as she got to work, smiling at how oddly grown up this was making her feel, not a child wanting pierced ears because all the other girls - and some of the boys - had theirs done, but because it was something she wanted as an adult. Okay, a young adult then.
“Hello, can I help?” the young woman asked as they stepped into the tattoo and piercing parlour in Waterford. A little Googling on Polinka’s behalf had convinced her that this was the place to come, somewhere where whatever she got wouldn’t be so... jewellery. Studs and hoops and danglers were fine for those who liked them, but she wanted something different, something with a little more personality to it. Hence their being in O’Ziekel’s and being greeted by a young woman, bald, and with expanders in her ears in which were figures of angry little men shaking their fists at the world. Not what Polinka wanted for herself, but they were undeniably impressive. She also worried how much they hurt to change.
“Yes. Me. Polinka,” she grinned. “Dad said I can get my ears pierced, but have you got something not like, you know, jewellery.”
“I’m sure we might. You have any ideas what you’re looking for?”
“Something like yours, just, haha, not like yours. Sorry. That doesn’t really make any sense, does it.”
The woman smiled. “So, first time?”
Polinka nodded.
“Okay. Before we start, you have id with you?”
“Oh. Yeah. This,” she said, taking out and showing the woman her passport, Stephen having his with her as, hopefully, proof of kinship.
“That’s fine then. So. Studs? Enclosures? Cuffs?”
“Don’t know,” Polinka admitted. “I, haha, only found out this morning I could get them done.”
“Striking while the iron’s hot?”
“You use hot irons?” Polinka comically panicked.
The young woman laughed. “Just fresh needles every time. No guns. No risks. And a bunch of certificates, for me and my gear,” she said, pointing the the wall behind her and an impressive array of official looking papers. “Want to come over here and see what we have?”
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