Wendy
Copyright© 2018 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 14
Daddy is pretty sharp ... but the vista before us had him mesmerized. What Seven said about the watch being dangerous to his gender finally hit the switch, caused current to pass through unused wires and lit the idea bulb.
“Shit!” he said.
That was the second or third time I had heard Daddy swear. That’s not to say it was the second or third he’d sworn ... but he was very careful around me. Drinking at his club or playing poker? Most likely he could turn the air blue ... I just didn’t know it. Daddy was careful of his little girl.
Then he said, “You mean I can’t use it?”
Well, Seven was past that and had to back-track a bit. She finally got to that part and said, “You can ... but it can be dangerous to your sex. Use it at your own risk ... the warrantee even mentions it in the handbook. It’s on the binder.”
Daddy rubbed his hands together.
“Alright, then. How do we get back to then?”
“You’re done here?” Seven asked.
“Yes, ma’am. Come on Wendy, let’s go home.”
“Regroup,” Seven said.
They did.
And of course daddy had to use the bush ... again.
“Join hands,” Seven ... now one took mine. I took dads and Seven squeezed the fake heirloom.
Daddy and I were dancing the Texas Two-Step, Seven was nowhere to be found. We were exactly where we were when I squeezed the watch. Nothing had changed ... well ... just the fraction of a little bit ... I had flickered twice ... daddy only once. I stepped just a fraction off and he ... the heavyweight that he is ... stepped on my open-toed lace-up leather sandal ... my toes inside.
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