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  Paul had only left one small towel out on the bathroom counter for her to use. It was large enough for her to dry off but wouldn’t wrap around even her skinny body to wear out to breakfast. The other cabinets were all locked. “I wonder what’s in there,” Angelina thought. Her tummy had been upset for several days. If she’d been back in Louisville, her mother would have insisted on giving her an enema. Twenty-six years old and her mom still told her what to do.

  Going back into the bedroom, Angelina straightened the covers and made the bed as he had directed. She thought about pulling off the top sheet and wrapping it around her in a sarong, but he’d been very clear that everyone in his house made their bed. She wanted to follow the rules of the household. The dresser drawers were closed with some type of child-proof lock that was obviously Angelina proof too because she couldn’t open them either. That just left her nightie. Sighing, Angelina pulled it on over her head. She tried desperately to stretch it by pulling down on the hem, but it just sprung back up when she let go. Angelina was starving. “Paul’s already seen me in this nightie. What’s the big deal, right? He won’t even notice,” Angelina gave herself a pep talk unaware that Paul was watching and could hear every word thanks to the child monitor. She squared her shoulders and followed his directions to find the kitchen.

  Paul stood at the stove. He’d turned off the monitor as she left the bedroom and he waited for her to make her way into the room. Hearing her soft steps, Paul turned around with a smile to greet her. “Are you hungry? I’ve made a whole bunch of pancakes.”

  Angelina’s tummy rumbled loudly. She pressed her hands over her stomach to try to quiet it. She looked up at him to see if he was staring at her. She felt so exposed. She couldn’t tell at all that he had even noticed that she was showing way too much skin below the nightie. “I’m pretty hungry. It was crazy at work yesterday. I missed dinner. I did eat some crackers after everyone was gone but now I’m really hungry,” Angelina admitted. “I love pancakes!”

  “Good! I like pancakes, too. Come on, let’s get you sat down at the table,” he invited. The first chair Angelina sat in was very low, and she could barely see over the table. “That’s not going to work. Here try this one.” He pulled a higher chair up to the table. It had some type of tray on the front, but he just took that off and set it aside. He lifted Angelina up into the higher chair, and it was perfect. She could reach all the table items and be able to eat. “Well, that one’s perfect. Have some orange juice while I turn these pancakes. They’re almost done,” Paul added as he turned back to the stove.

  “This looks like a baby’s highchair,” Angelina thought to herself. “No, it can’t be. There’s no way that Paul would have an adult highchair for her.” She hoped he hadn’t felt her wetness when his hand had been under her exposed bottom to lift her into the chair. Surely not. He would have said something, right? Angelina picked up her orange juice nervously. Taking a sip, she looked around. Everything was pristine. There wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere in the kitchen. Either Paul had a cleaning lady, or he liked to clean – a lot! No wonder he’d been shocked with her room. She lived in a hovel compared to this.

  Paul returned to the table with a stack of pancakes. He placed three on the plate in front of her and put the butter dish where she could reach it before sitting down next to her. Paul piled five pancakes on his plate. At her questioning look, he answered, “Would you like more? I’ll be glad to share.”

  “No way. I can’t eat three. Do you want another one of mine?” Angelina offered with a smile.

  “As loud as your tummy was rumbling, Angelina, I bet you could eat six,” Paul commented. “I’ve got plenty. You eat up now. Do you need some help with the butter or can you butter your own pancakes?”

  Angelina looked at him astonished. Was he joking? “Of course, I can butter my pancakes. I’m twenty-six. I’ve buttered a lot of pancakes in my day,” she answered as if it had been a joke. “Did he just look disappointed?” Angelina thought to herself as something flashed across Paul’s face before he masked the emotion.

  “Everyone needs help occasionally. Sometimes, it’s good for you to let someone help. It takes some of the burden off your shoulders,” Paul said wisely.

  She wondered if he was talking about something other than buttering pancakes. She covered the sudden silence by asking, “Kind of like you’ve been helping me? I can’t tell you how glad I was to see you last night. I was really getting scared in that dark parking lot all alone.” Angelina shivered at the memory.

  “I was glad to see you, too, Angelina,” Paul picked up the maple syrup and offered it to Angelina. He watched her empty half the bottle on her pancakes. Smiling, Paul said, “Now, I know why you didn’t want another pancake. You had to save room on your plate for a sea of syrup!”

  “Didn’t I tell you that I love pancakes? The syrup is the best part. It’s so sticky and yummy!” Angelina waved a forkful of pancakes dripping with syrup around.

  “Be careful, Angelina. You don’t want to help me clean the kitchen after Hurricane Angelina and her syrupy mess have landed in my kitchen,” Paul said as if it were a joke but with a thread of steel in his voice.

  Angelina quickly opened wide and shoved the pancakes into her mouth. “MMMmmmmm!” she said in approval.

  “Take smaller bites, Angelina. You’re going to choke.” Paul warned. Just then, he heard her start to cough. The big bite had gotten sideways in her throat, and she was struggling to swallow and breathe at the same time. Paul yanked her out of her chair as she started to panic. Her hazel eyes were huge. Without a pause, Paul sat her his lap and reached in with his fingers to pull the condensed mass of pancakes and syrup out of Angelina’s mouth. He, then, raised her arms over her head with one hand and thumped her steadily with the other between her shoulder blades. The remaining pancake in her airway popped out and landed in front of them. Angelina breathed heavily. Tears ran down her face. Paul gathered her body into his and cuddled her. He stroked her back as she wailed soothing her with “Just breathe, sweetheart. You’re okay. Just breathe. I’m here.”

  Angelina finally was able to collect herself and stop crying. She realized that she had wrapped her arms around Paul’s trim waist and was holding on with all her strength. She started to pull back, but his arms tightened.

  “Just let me hold you for a little longer, Angelina. You scared me, little girl,” Paul said, his voice rough. After several minutes, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. Holding it to her nose, he said, “Blow!” Angelina tried to take the cloth from him to blow her own nose, but Paul wasn’t having any of that. “Just let me take care of you,” he instructed, and he waited until Angelina blew her nose. With a clean section, he dried her eyes. “You just keep scaring me, Angelina.”

  “You’re not scared of anything, are you, Paul?” Angelina asked. He seemed invincible to her.

  “Many things scare me. Anything that threatens those that I care about always scares me. Somehow, since you’ve appeared in my life, I’ve been more scared than I’ve been in a long time,” Paul admitted.

  “Do you care for me? We haven’t known each other for very long,” Angelina questioned.

  “Yes, I care for you very much, Angelina,” Paul said simply.

  “I care about you, too. I don’t understand it, but something clicks between us,” Angelina admitted. The two sat together for several minutes. Both lost in their thoughts and enjoying the closeness. Then Angelina’s stomach growled again, louder than ever. She covered her tummy with both hands and apologized, “I’m so sorry.”

  Paul gave her a fierce hug and placed her back in her chair. He picked up the pancakes and dumped them in the sink. “No more pancakes today. My heart can’t take another scare.” He quickly scrambled some eggs and put them on one plate that he set in front of them. “We’ll share, okay?”

  “Okay!” Angelina agreed quickly. She looked around, but her fork had been on her plate with the pancakes. Paul had picked it up,
and it must be in the sink now. Angelina started to scoot out of her chair, but there was a fork in front of her mouth.

  “We’ll share, okay?” Paul asked with a smile. “Open your mouth, sweetheart.” He made a funny noise like a train. “Choo choo, the train is ready to enter the tunnel.”

  Angelina laughed at the play and opened her mouth allowing Paul to feed her some eggs. She tried again to take the fork, but Paul held it firmly.

  “You’ve scared me enough today. Let me take care of you, Angelina.”

  She decided just to let him feed her. She’d scared herself, too. It was nice to have someone take care of her. She felt like she was special to him.

  Chapter 7

  After breakfast, Paul helped Angelina out of the chair. He sent her to brush her teeth while he cleaned up the kitchen. Angelina tried to help, but Paul insisted that she let him take care of the dishes.

  Angelina walked slowly to the guest room where she’d slept. She kept pulling her nightie down to cover her bottom. Entering the room, she noticed a picture on the wall. It wasn’t large but framed nicely and placed in a location where a visitor’s eyes automatically focused. She approached the picture and saw a tall, willowy, blond woman dressed in overall shorts with a bright red crop top underneath. She had braids on each side of her head. On her feet, she wore sparkly, red sandals. Anyone could have been wearing that outfit but all together it looked childish. Angelina leaned closer and could see that behind her in the shadows was a large, white teddy bear. It looked just like the one in the rocking chair.

  “Ahem,” came Paul’s voice from the doorway.

  Angelina immediately stood up straight to pull her nightie down. She blushed red. What a show Paul must have gotten when she was leaning over to see the picture!

  “Maybe it’s time we talked, Angelina,” Paul suggested. He took her hand and led her to the rocking chair. He picked it the stuffed bear and handed it to Angelina. This is Fluffer Bear. He was the favorite toy of someone very special to me. He has been missing hugs from beautiful ladies. "Would you like to hold him for a while?” When Angelina nodded slowly and took ahold of the bear, he picked her up and sat down in the rocking chair with Angelina cuddled against his body.

  She struggled away. It seemed strange to sit on Paul’s lap. She hadn’t known him too long. “I can sit over there,” she suggested.

  Paul’s arms tightened. “You’ve already scared me this morning. Would you let me hold you for a while? It will make me feel better to know you’re okay,” he responded truthfully. When she relaxed against him and nodded her head, Paul hugged her and said, “Thank you, sweetheart.

  They rocked for several minutes until Angelina just had to ask, “Who is that lady in the picture?”

  Paul hesitated and then, answered, “That was Lillian. She was my Little girl.”

  “I didn’t know that you had children, Paul. Was she your only daughter?” Angelina asked.

  “Lillian was my little girl, but I did not conceive her. I adopted her in a way but not in the way you’re thinking,” Paul tried to explain. “Angelina, this is going to seem strange to you, but I want you to listen to all I say before you judge my actions.” He waited for her to nod and took a deep breath. He leaned back so he could see her and began. “Lillian and I practiced age play. Have you heard of that?” When she shook her head, he continued. “Age play is a type of relationship. Lillian enjoyed living as a Little girl during our private time. I was her Daddy. I took care of her physical and emotional needs as a father would. However, our relationship was as extensive as any husband and wife’s interactions are normally.” He could see Angelina was confused and concerned so he added, “Age play involved sexual relations just like any committed relationship would. Many people practice age play. There is no sexual abuse. The idea of child abuse is abhorrent to all of us. We are attracted to the adult body of our partners. Those who are Daddies and Mommies, enjoy taking care of their loved ones totally. The Littles have the loving guidance of their parent.”

  He paused and rocked with Angelina for several minutes holding her close to him. The next few minutes would change his life. He’d lose Angelina, or he’d find a Little to care for as his own.

  “Lillian pretended to be your little girl?” Angelina asked confused. “What happened to her? Did she leave?”

  “No, sweetheart. Lillian was my Little girl. She didn’t play at being my Little one. I thought we’d have forever together, but she became very ill. Zoey’s Dr. Richards and lots of specialists tried to save her, but she passed away a little over two years ago. She fought so hard and so did I. In the end, her illness was stronger than both of us.” Paul paused. “I didn’t think I’d ever be able to take care of someone else. I was sure that I’d never be attracted to another young woman and hope she’d be strong enough to let me care for her as her Daddy. Then, I met you.”

  “Me?” Angelina was having difficulties absorbing all this information. “You think I could be your Little girl?”

  “This is going to be hard for you, but I want you to be honest with yourself and with me. Have you ever had dreams about someone that would take care of you totally? Someone who would baby you and take control of tough decisions for you? A Daddy that would protect you from all the bad in the world and take all your worries away?” Paul probed.

  Angelina was quiet. Paul could see the wheels in her mind working. He didn’t interrupt her thoughts. He hugged her to his warm body and rocked her in silence. He was determined to memorize this time he’d had with Angelina. It might be the only time he’d have to cherish her.

  Chapter 8

  Finally, Angelina began, “You asked me to be honest. That’s really hard. I’ve covered up my thoughts and feelings for a long time. I’m twenty-six. I’ve had relationships with men. They haven’t ever worked out because something was missing. I’ve always wanted someone to take charge. Take charge of my decisions, my time, my body. I’m bad at making decisions. Something always goes wrong. I hate being alone. No one in my life cares whether I’m safe or healthy or happy. It scares me–a lot!”

  She paused for a few seconds and then, began again. “I haven’t been sexually attracted to men. Not really. I’ve dated but no one ever seemed to understand how I needed to be taken care of. I’m not sure what you are talking about when you ask me about being your Little girl. Can you tell me?”

  “Look around. This is a room designed for a princess. It has almost everything it needs for a special woman to be cared totally for by her Daddy. That table over there is designed with a padded cover. It will be your changing table. My little girl will always wear a diaper so that I can take care of all her needs. You’re sitting in my lap in a rocking chair designed for two. This chair is made for me to feed you a bottle before you go to sleep. Look at the comfortable bed that you slept in last night. See those railings concealed at the sides. Those slide up to become a crib if needed to keep a Little girl from falling out of bed.”

  Angelina shook her head in amazement. “How did I miss those?” she wondered aloud. “Paul, why is that stool over in the corner?

  “That’s where you’ll sit if you’re naughty,” Paul explained patiently. “Naughty Little girls always get their bottoms spanked. Sometimes they need to sit and think about what they’ve done wrong, too.”

  “That isn’t a nice addition to this room. What’s that over there?” Angelica pointed to a long-padded bench along the side wall.

  “That’s an enema horse.” Paul held her tightly when she started to jump off his lap. “I see you know what an enema is. Little girls sometimes have tummy trouble and need a little help to go to the bathroom.” Paul began to rub Angelina’s tummy. “Remember, you're being honest. Do you ever have trouble going to the bathroom? Who has given you an enema?”

  “My mom used to give them to me when my stomach hurt. I didn’t like them at all. But they did help my stomach,” Angelina admitted before adding quickly. “I don’t need one now. Adults don’t need enemas,” s
he said trying to convince him.

  “Adult Little girls need enemas frequently, Angelina. Their tummies get twisted, and they don’t go to the bathroom as they should. Daddies and their doctors, like Dr. Richards, know when to administer an enema.

  “Dr. Richards... He’s Zoey’s Daddy?” Angelina finally put all the pieces together.

  “Yes. Zoey’s Dr. Richards’ Little girl. He is very lucky, and he’s made Zoey very happy,” Paul confirmed her guess. “Do you want to be happy, too, Angelina? Could you see yourself as my Little girl?”

  Angelina sat wrapped in his strong arms. Her bare bottom sat on his lap. He had helped her so much already. She owed it to him to be honest. “Paul, I’ve had these fantasies for as long as I can remember.” She looked away embarrassed.

  Paul turned her head to look into her eyes. He kissed her on the lips for the first time. When she gasped in surprise, he swept his tongue into her mouth and explored it sensually. One kiss followed another until Angelina was limp in his arms. “What kind of fantasies have you had, sweetheart?”

  Angelina replied honestly without thinking. “A strong man is taking care of me. He treats me like I’m a little kid. I have to wear a diaper and suck on a pacifier. I have to go to the bathroom in my diaper. It’s so embarrassing. He feeds me in a highchair or with a bottle. I don’t get to make any decisions. If I’m naughty, he spanks my bottom until I can’t sit down. I don’t understand it. Why would I want to use a diaper and get spanked?”