Chapter 13

"... But remember, Davie, you've got to make your father think it was all your idea--promise? I want you to get ad the credit, honey," Trish admonished the pretty young girl over the dining table. It was Saturday night, and the spacious room was crowded. Peter Knight was busy.

"I promise!" the lovely teen answered, her large hazel eyes aglow with excitement. "Oh Trish, you're a genius--and a terrific friend! I just hope Daddy will go for it.

"Sweetie, your father's so knocked out about you, he'd go for anything you asked. He'd walk on glass for you!" the crafty blonde said, smiling warmly. "And why shouldn't he go for it? It's the perfect solution to the problem; a way for you and your daddy to be together forever, with no hassles from your mother. It's the way we can an have our cake and eat it, to!..."

They lay there together, he with his spent cock still imbedded into her tightly clasping orifice, overflowing with love for each other, love which seeped past his now-flaccid tube onto the rumpled bedsheet. He kissed her deeply again. "I love you so much, darling," he said tenderly to you.

"Oh Daddy, I love you so much too!" she affirmed again. "And I want to be with you forever, Daddy. I never want to go back to New York..."

There was a look of pain in his eyes. Then he hugged her tightly to him. "I know, my dearest. I don't want you to go back. I couldn't bear to lose you again. It's just that... well, I haven't figured out a way to keep you here after the holidays. I've racked my brain, and everything I come up with is N.G."

"Daddy..." she began softly, "I thought of something. It's kind of extreme, but I think it could work..."

He raised his head and looked directly at her, his eyebrows raised in expectation. "Tell me!"

"Well, I was thinking that if you... if you got married again..."

"Married! Honey, I don't want a wife, I want you! Besides, that would ruin everything for us Davie." The handsome man's expression now was one of bewilderment, hurt.

"No it wouldn't, Daddy, not if you married someone like Trish..."

"Trish? But..."

"See, Trish doesn't want to get married either, because of Randy. But it would be different if she married you, because we've already made love with them anyway, and I know you do like it in bed with her and..."

"And you like it in bed with Randy, don't you?"

"Not as much as with you, Daddy--no way. But if you married Trish, everything would be respectable, and nobody would guess anything about us, and we'd be able to be together, and..."

He closed her lips with a kiss. "You're one for the books, honey! That's the wildest scheme I've ever heard! There's only small problem-- two, actually. First, I'm not in love with Trish, I'm in love with you. Second, Trish isn't in love with me. What makes you think she would go for it? Oh, there's another small problem, too. What do we do about your school?"