bad dreams

      The sun is shining down through the tall Carolina pines and the birds are singing.  Alone, she walks along the familiar path of tombstones as if she’s in some kind of strange trance, unable to think of anything else, she continues on walking.  She feels the fear begin to consume her, for she knows what’s next.  Without warning the earth beneath her feet bursts open and a cold dirty hand emerges.  She feels the icy cold fingers tighten around her ankle, and begin to pull her down.  A bone chilling scream escapes from her soft lips as she awakens to find herself alone in her bed.  She lies very still for a moment, paralyzed with fear, and suddenly without thinking she reaches for the phone with shaking hands.  She slowly dials His number with trembling fingers and listens quietly as it rings.  Once, twice and a third time the phone rings, a tired but gentle voice comes from the other end and He whispers “hi, baby girl”,  she replies with an almost childlike response of  “Daddy,  baby had another bad dream”.   As usual He soothes her tortured mind with quiet banter about His day at work and stories of “the mother and Papa Stan”; somehow this Man always knows exactly what to say.  She feels her pulse begin to resume its normal rhythm, and then she hears it, that soft growl deep in His chest, the sound that sends her over the edge.  She feels the heat building between her thighs as she hears Him tell her to touch His property.  She obeys without protest, using her hand to massage what is His.  Slowly she feels her excitement building, and her soft moans become louder and more urgent.  Spurred on by His delicious words, she feels a powerful release mounting deep within her, throwing her head back and closing her eyes, she cries out “ please Daddy!”  and she hears Him reply with “Do it right now, you better not waste My fucking time little girl!”  With this she explodes with wave after wave of passion, and T/their muffled cries of love cut through the crisp fall air like a sharp knife…  Quietly, T/they say T/their goodnights, and just before she hangs up He hears her whisper, “Thank You for loving me Daddy”, He says “no baby thank you, now get some rest”  and without another word she hangs up her phone, and drifts back off to sleep.