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The Good Girl - Part 3
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The Good Girl 3/7
No, it wasn't what you think. It wasn't that her family
didn't like me. They did. Too much, and THAT was the trouble.
I knew that there was SOME reason Tammy was nervous about
having me meet her family. By now, I knew she had four younger
sisters: Karen (13, almost 14 herself) Suzy (12) Judy (10) and
Ginny (5, almost 6). Her mother's name was Joan, and she was 27.
(That should have told me something right there, but I wasn't
into subtraction (27, minus almost-15, minus 9-months = 11 years
old, or possibly 12, when she first got pregnant with Tammy. As
I said, I didn't figure this out until later, when I had my face
rubbed in it.) I knew her father had passed away, over a year
ago, and it still hurt. Still, I was eager to meet the family of
the girl I loved. (And I kind of wondered about the old saw:
"Are there any more at home like you?" It turned out there
were. . . 5 more!)
The night in question, Tammy jittered for an hour, watching
me get dressed, making sure I looked good enough to eat. She
made a strange request: She asked me to shave off my beard, just
for this occasion. Since I knew that Tammy actually LIKED my
beard, and it had taken me over 8 months to get it into it's nice
neat present appearance, I naturally refused. If I had listened
to her, a lot of hurt could have been avoided, I guess. On the
other hand, there was a LOT of fun, that I wouldn't have missed
for the world, that came out of my wearing a beard that night. I
finally found out what it was about the beard, that caused so
many people in town to stare at me too. (And why I met Tammy in
the first-place, as well.)
We came to her house a little before dusk. It was about 6
o'clock, on a fine Sunday evening. The house was one of those
big old Victorian farmhouses that were big enough for 3 modern
day families. Unlike most of them however, this one was in good
shape. It was square-built, three-stories, a cupola, and a
basement, with a a veranda/porch circling about 3/4 of the way
around the first floor. It was beautiful. Someone had obviously
spent a lot of work (and probably money) keeping this house so
nice.
We entered through the parlor. (I know, people don't have
parlors these days. But THEY did!) Surprisingly, there was no
one waiting to see us when we came in. I found out later, that
we were early, as Tammy wanted to "prep" me before I met her
family.
"If everything goes right tonight," She breathed sexily in
my ear. "We might not have to wait any more."
I WISH that I had really LISTENED to her then. I did
listen, as she continued. "Now you do WHATEVER they ask you to."
She whispered. "Especially Momma." "Promise? You'll do
anything they ask? I guarantee you won't regret it!"
"Well, I won't kill anybody."
"They won't ask you to."
Both of us were thinking different thoughts, but NOW I'm
sure that we both had the same thing in mind: That she would
"make it worth my while" to do what she asked. Later that night,
I jumped to a much different conclusion, as you will see. In any
case, I promised.
Tammy opened the parlor door, and led me into the living-
room. "Momma, we're here!" She called out.
NEVER have I seen such a simple phrase, get such an
unexpected response. The lovely woman, dressed in a stylish
dress, almost a mini-skirt turned around, saw the two of us, and
turned white as a sheet. "George!" She gasped, and almost
collapsed. There were two other occupants of the room. One of
them was a girl, just a little younger than Tammy, looking almost
like her twin-sister, that I figured must be Karen. The other
one, was a little girl who couldn't be over 6 years old. In
fact, she looked only four or five, but had a beauty and charm
that most girls don't get until they're in their twenties, and
some never do. The older girl just stared at me, with her mouth
open, reminding me of Tammy, the first time we met. NOW I
figured I knew the reason Tammy was scared to bring me home: She
was afraid of the competition. The little girl was the first to
react though, and (as far as I was concerned) her reaction was
completely unexpected.
"DADDY!" She shrieked, and jumped at me. The little girl
was surprisingly strong and unbelievably agile. The next thing I
knew, she had her arms around my neck, and was sobbing violently
on my shoulder. "O Daddy, Daddy, Daddy." She sobbed, over and
over. "They told me you were DEAD." She whimpered some more,
then continued. "I knew it wasn't true Daddy, but they insisted.
They made me believe it. Oh Daddy, I missed you so much. Please
don't leave me again Daddy. I promise I'll be good this time.
Please Daddy? Please?"
My heart was almost breaking. NOW I finally knew why Tammy
had been so attracted to me that first day. How could I possibly
break this little girl's heart, by telling her that I wasn't her
Daddy, and that I couldn't stay here. Suddenly I remembered
Tammy's words. THIS must have been what she was really worried
about. And I had promised to do ANYTHING they asked.
I did the best I could. I couldn't go on letting the little
girl think I was her father. It would be so much worse, when she
found out the truth. On the other hand, what with planning to
marry Tammy, I sure didn't plan on leaving town immediately
either.
"Honey, look at me." I commanded firmly, untwining the
stranglehold the child had on my neck. "Look at me closely."
Sniffling, the little girl released her hold on my neck, and
leaned back in my arms to do as I asked. Puzzled at first, then
with a growing sense of unease. "You look different, Daddy."
she said.
"Uhuh. Keep looking."
She looked at my beard, started, then looked at my cheeks
very closely. "You're not Daddy, are you?" She finally said,
looking so sad, I wanted to cuddle her, and BE her daddy for her.
"No I'm not. I'm sorry. I wish I was."
"So do I." A whisper. "Does that mean, you'll have to go
away like Daddy did?"
This time I grinned. "I don't plan on leaving town anytime
soon, if that's what you mean."
"OK, Daddy, even if you aren't Daddy." Oh, the lovely
illogic of youth!
Tammy leaned over and whispered in my ear. "You handled
that beautifully! I love you."
I hissed back at her. "You MIGHT have given me some
warning, you know! I love you too."
This scene was interrupted by the arrival of Tammy's other
two sisters. The older of the two was dressed in a mini-skirt
that looked painted on. her midriff was bare, and the tight
tube-top seemed to emphasize her budding breasts WAY too much for
such a young girl. The effect, was much more sexy, than if she
had been completely naked. I immediately had a chance to check
that observation, as the last member of the family arrived. This
was obviously Judy, and she had (also obviously) just been taking
a bath, when her sister's screams brought her running also. You
guessed it, she WAS completely naked, and unashamedly so. I was
right. Her sister definitely looked sexier. Of course, that
might have been because she was older, and more developed, but
none of the girls were what you would call bad lookers. Still,
seeing her there with her tits sticking out, and her bare little
cunny dripping water from the tub, she was a pedophile's wet-
dream. Even I was getting a hard-on, looking at the two of them,
and little girls aren't my bag.
"WOW!" said the younger girl. "He looks just like Daddy!"
"He sure does!" Said the older one.
All eyes turned to the older woman like beacons.
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