True Love (Ket and Tom)
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				Title: <strong>True Love (Ket and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 11:17:32</strong>
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				John heard the familar beep from the alarm on his car as it was activated. Behind him,&nbsp; there was a flash in the lights as well. He shifted his briefcase, which was really a laptop case, from one hand to the other; prefering to open the front door with his right hand. He managed to remove his shoes without untying them, which was always a bore, and hung his sportcoat over the rack; it was appropriately semi-formal for his job as a senior consultat for an sizzling advertizing agency. John was famous in his own professional circles for having come up with the 'doooown she gooooes' tagline in the early nineties.<br><br>He glanced at himself in the mirror, where he placed his car keys. Wearing a grey and green t-shirt, it matched his eyes (green, not gray) and sadly a lot of his hair (gray, not green). It had been really dark once, but had white specks around the temples. He had a trendy haircut though, and a handsome face. He was quite tall too, and all in all a popular man among the ladies at the office, and probably with a lot of his daughter's friends as well.
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				Post by: <strong>Ket</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 22:38:54</strong>
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				Bending over the open oven, heat causing her face to flush, Jess was checking on the lasagna she was making for dinner when she heard the muffled double beep of her father's car alarm being set.&nbsp; A cell phone cradled close to her ear, the sound of her best friend's voice going on and on about the day ringing through the receiver.&nbsp; <br><br>“Chels,”&nbsp; Jess interrupted, trying to get a word in.&nbsp; “Chels, I have to go!&nbsp; My dad is home and I've got to finish dinner.”<br><br>Jessalynn, better known as Jess, was a bit of a tomboy.&nbsp; She was shorter than most of her friends, and just slightly overweight.&nbsp; She carried her weight well though, the few extra pounds only making her more attractive.&nbsp; Her dark brown hair was cut into a cute bob, extremely short and mostly buzz cut in the back, angling to chin length in the front.&nbsp; Light brown eyes peeked out from behind retangular framed glasses.&nbsp; Jess never liked her eyes, often wishing for the pretty green hue of her father's.&nbsp; <br><br>Snapping the cell phone shut, Jess twisted her hips so she could lay it on the counter, picking up a pair of hot pads at the same time.&nbsp; The heat from the bottom of the pan singed at her fingertips through the thick fabric as she quickly removed the dish from the oven and placed it on the small table in the kitchen.&nbsp; Sitting down to dinner with her father every night was a tradition she enjoyed.&nbsp; It had been just the two of them for as long as she could remember,&nbsp; their nightly meals a way to keep connected and up to date on one another. <br><br>Glancing over the table to make sure everything was already set out, Jess made her way to the fridge to grab the salad she had cut up earlier.&nbsp; She called out to her father as she placed the bowl on the table.&nbsp; “Hey Dad, I'm in the kitchen, dinner is ready.&nbsp; What do you want to drink?”
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>11-08-2008, 09:20:46</strong>
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				John followed the voice and the wonderful scent. He loved lasagna. Watching Jess move about in the kitchen, reminded him of the other women in his life. His mother had been a homemaker; obviously a product of her times, eager to take care of her family's needs. He could remember the smell of the cookies that she baked, mixed with her sweet subtle perfume. He could remember her standing at the kitchen counter, turning her head to give him a warm smile when he came home from school. She had been so beautiful. <br><br>And there was his wife Anne, of course. From the moment they met she had worshipped him. Their love had been intense. Anne had introduced John to a way of life where she was his pet. She would do everything he told her. She would please him every way he wanted. He could tie her up and spank her, and she'd love every second of it. It was a relationship fuled both by pleasure and by deep love, and when she died, it had taken him over a decade to recover. <br><br>While he had dated a couple of girls the last few years; he didn't think there were anyone who could take her place. In many ways, John's heart was all filled up. One part belonged to his wife, the other to his daughter. With Anne gone, Jess was the only love in his life. Besides, he couldn't imagine those career-minded women at the office at all interested in being anyone's pet.<br><br>"Hey sweetie. Uhm....I think I'll have some of that italian wine." He moved over to get it himself from the rack, kissing Jess on the cheek when they passed each other. "You can have a glass too if you want one. But just one, I'm sure you have homework to do." With the wine and opener and glasses in hand, he moved to sit down at the dinner table. "How was your day?"
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				Post by: <strong>Ket</strong> on <strong>11-08-2008, 11:07:19</strong>
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				Jess' actions were automatic.&nbsp; She picked up the salad tongs, placing the exact amount that she knew he liked onto her father's plate.&nbsp; She served the lasagna next.&nbsp; For as long as she could remember, it had been her habit to serve her father dinner first, then to serve herself, then to sit down.&nbsp; He had never taught her to do this, never once directed her in her actions.&nbsp; It had always just seemed the right thing to do. <br><br>Jess finally sat in her chair, taking a quick sip of milk before answering him.&nbsp; “Thanks, but I'll stick to milk tonight.&nbsp; I don't see how you can drink that stuff anyways.&nbsp; It tastes bitter to me.”&nbsp; She smiled at her father before picking up her fork to start eating.&nbsp; In between bites of salad, she went on about her day.<br><br>Almost halfway into her senior year, Jess was worried about which university she would attend.&nbsp; It was a tough decision.&nbsp; On one hand she wanted to experience a school far from home, but on the other, she didn't want to leave the comforts of the city she grew up in.&nbsp; She was also having a tough time deciding exactly what she wanted to major in.&nbsp; Meteorology had always interested her, but so did vulcanology.&nbsp; Any of the earth sciences captivated her, but those were the top two.&nbsp; Then of course there was prom to think about.&nbsp; Even though it was a few months away, she still needed to start planning.&nbsp; The perfect dress could be so hard to find!&nbsp; And what if, just what if someone asked her to be her date?!&nbsp; Then there would be even more planning to do.&nbsp; <br><br>Jess carried on, rambling about how her english teacher must have a grudge against the class, making them write so many essays on boring topics; how she got yet another A on a test in science, how her math teacher's monotone voice wanted to make her fall asleep in class.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then she skipped on to how her best friend might have a new boyfriend, maybe, if the guy calls her back and asks.&nbsp; Which she was pretty sure he would, after all, he was the one who asked for Chels' number in the first place.<br><br>Looking up from her plate, Jess' cheeks flushed a pink tint, a sheepish grin plastered on her face.&nbsp; “I'm sorry Dad!&nbsp; Here I am rambling on and on about me, and I've not even let you get a word in edgewise.&nbsp; How was your day as the best advertising consultant there ever was?
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>11-08-2008, 11:46:19</strong>
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				"Mmm...this looks delicious." John inhaled deeply taking in the scents.<br><br>While he didn't understand a lot of the things that happened in her life, he listened attentively. He had tried to be a father who was involved in his daughter's life. He knew all her friends. And he had helped her out with her homework, until she had surpassed his skills in a lot of subjects (John hadn't really had much use for advanced science subjects in his line of work).<br><br>"That's okay, honey. I like hearing you talk about school and stuff." Hadn't it been for the fact that he knew she'd ace through the match class anyway, he'd probably have to find some way to motivate her. He gulped down the last bit of lasagne on his plate, and took a sip of his wine while thinking about having seconds.<br><br>"Well, there was this one funny thing going on today." He said. "You know George Rubens, the guy with the big shaggy beard? Well, he got his whiskers caught under the battery lid of his cell phone during a meeting with one of our clients. I watched it happen and kinda studied him while panic started building up in his face. His call was over, so he kinda sat nodding and like...pretending to speak while he continued to tug at the thing. After several minutes he finally got up. When he returned a few minutes later, quite embarassed, his beard was noticably shorter." John grinned. "Poor guy."
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				Post by: <strong>Ket</strong> on <strong>28-08-2008, 02:32:09</strong>
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				Jess cut and placed another slice of lasagna on her father's plate as she listened to him talk about the cell phone incident.&nbsp; A smirk bedecked her face for a moment before she burst out into a high pitched laugh.&nbsp; She could just imagine the scenario in her mind, the man's face turning various shades of pink as his skin dimpled underneath each strand of hair when it was pulled.&nbsp; “That's too funny!&nbsp; But how the heck did he manage to get his beard stuck in the battery case?”<br><br>Her chuckle began to fade and Jess took another bite of lasagna before pushing the plate away, half of her food left on it.&nbsp; “Ugh, I'm so full.”&nbsp; she said with a groan, running a hand over her stomach as she leaned back slightly in her chair.&nbsp; “Do you want me to wrap up the leftovers for your lunch tomorrow?”&nbsp; There was enough left for both of them to have lunch and then some.&nbsp; Typical Jess, making enough food to feed a houseful of people, even though it was just the two of them.&nbsp; <br><br>Waiting patiently for her father to finish eating, Jess studied the features of his face.&nbsp; He was still striking, age only making him more handsome.&nbsp; She often wondered to herself why he didn't date.&nbsp; Plenty of women must want to date him, to be seen on his arm; but aside from the few he had shortly dated, he seemed to hold no interest in any of them.&nbsp; This puzzled her.&nbsp; Why would he want to be alone like that?
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>28-08-2008, 09:41:59</strong>
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				"Thank you, kitten. That would be nice." John finished the last piece on his plate, patting his flat abdomen. "I couldn't possibly fit another bite." He washed it all down with some more wine. He looked at Jess, lovingly. She took such good care of him. John kissed her forehead as he got up, standing tall next to her.<br><br>"I'm going to head for the living room and read a bit. There's this documentary on the Cuban missile crisis later on." He poured himself another glass of wine and brought the glass along, leaving the bottle in the kitchen. "You headin' out when your chores and homework's done, sweetie?"
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				Post by: <strong>Ket</strong> on <strong>08-09-2008, 03:46:00</strong>
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				“Probably not.” Jess called out as her father walked out of the kitchen.&nbsp; There wasn't much to do on a week night anyways, besides hang with the kids from school in the parking lot of an old abandoned grocery store.&nbsp; It could be fun at times, but lately Jess had been to worried about being accepted to university to think about hanging out.&nbsp; <br><br>She cleared the table, rinsing off dishes in the sink before putting them in the dishwasher.&nbsp; Two slices of lasagna went into separate plastic containers, then into the bottom of brown lunch sacks.&nbsp; She placed an apple on top of each container and folded the edges of the sacks, scooting them out of the way on the counter for tomorrow.&nbsp; The rest of the pan of lasagna went into the fridge, along with the leftover salad they hadn't finished.&nbsp; She wiped down the counters, table and sink, then folded up the wash cloth and draped it over the faucet before turning out the light and heading upstairs to her room.<br><br>Not really in the mood to do the last little bit of her homework, Jess turned on her stereo and flopped onto her bed.&nbsp; As the soft music of Natalie Merchant wafted out through the speakers, Jess' eyes closed and she began to daydream.&nbsp; Visions of the perfect prom danced through her head.&nbsp; <br><br>A few hours later she awoke with a start.&nbsp; Groaning, she looked at the clock and her eyes widened.&nbsp; 8:30!&nbsp; She still had at least an hour and a half worth of homework to finish!&nbsp; Jess scrambled out of bed and grabbed her book bag, tossing the contents out onto her desk then dug in a pocket to find a pencil.&nbsp; Bending a leg up under her as she sat, Jess began to brainstorm ideas for her essay.&nbsp; It wasn't a long one, just a page about why she enjoyed reading certain genres.&nbsp; Over the next two hours, her pencil flew across paper, the final draft neat and precise.&nbsp; She stretched then packed her bag for the morning.&nbsp; It was late and she was tired, but she didn't want to go to bed without a little bit of desert and telling her father goodnight.&nbsp; <br><br>Every day clothes were tossed to the side in exchange for the comfort of a pair of old cotton shorts and t-shirt.&nbsp; Her feet pounded down the stairs and she practically ran into the kitchen where she cut two pieces of blackberry pie.&nbsp; Scooping out a dollop of vanilla ice cream onto each plate and grabbing spoons, Jess walked into the living room and leaned over the back of her father's chair.<br><br>“Here you go Daddy,”&nbsp; she said softly as she placed the plate in front of him.&nbsp; “Blackberry pie.”&nbsp; A smile crossed her face as he took the plate.&nbsp; She moved to the couch, curling her legs up underneath her as she sat, eyes focused intently on the TV while she dipped her spoon into the ice cream.
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>08-09-2008, 13:11:47</strong>
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				John had dozed off too for a while. He woke up when his book slammed into the floor, startling him a bit. Picking it back up, he wasn't really able to remember where he had left off. Inspiration to read was all gone. He put the book on the table next to the empty wineglass and focused on the TV.<br><br>He didn't watch it much. While he had some obligation to keep abreast on trends, there were other places to find that information. All he needed was a documentary once in a while, perhaps one of the high quality HBO series and some sports. Other than that he found TV totally full of mindless crap.<br><br>While one of Kennedy's still-living advisors was talking about those nerve-wracking days of October 1962, John suddenly found a piece of pie in front of him. He turned briefly to flash Jess a smile. When the documentary was over, the pie was gone, but John couldn't really remember having eaten it. <br><br>He lowered the volume a little and placed the remote on the table, for Jess if she wanted to watch something else. Turning to look at her, layers of emotions were triggered in his mind. A part of him noted her soft flesh and sensual femininity. Some part of him focused on her youth and innocense; wanting to protect her. There was a piece of melancholy as well, as another part of him registered how quickly she was growing up. And there were feelings of deep love, fatherly obviously. Just looking at her made his heart beat faster. He realized the physical feelings of deep affection and infatiuation were quite similar.<br><br>"Are you going to watch something, or would you mind if I put on some music?"
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				Post by: <strong>Ket</strong> on <strong>08-09-2008, 23:02:03</strong>
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				Jess had the spoon in her mouth when she noticed her father looking at her.&nbsp; Metal clanked on enamel as she quickly pulled the spoon from between her teeth.&nbsp; The glint in his eyes made her blush, the look on his face causing her heart to flutter in her ribcage.&nbsp; A toothy grin spread across her face as she tilted her head down and looked up at him over the rim of her glasses.&nbsp; He was her hero, her care taker, her father, and she loved him dearly.<br><br>Placing her plate on the side table she stood up and shuffled across the floor.&nbsp; Standing in front of him, her hands reaching out to grab his, she gently pulled him up from his chair.&nbsp; “Turn some music on Daddy, dance with me.”&nbsp; The words were soft and quiet, almost sensual.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>09-09-2008, 08:38:08</strong>
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				John stood, quite a lot taller than his daughter. "I'd be delighted to." He winked and moved over to the stereo, where a cutting-edge MP3 player held the entire contents of his record collection, streaming the audio through his high-end amplifier and surround system. Closing your eyes it would be like being transported to a 1940's nightclub - aside from the lack of smoke and alcohol in the air.<br><br>Billie Holiday sang a jazz-blues song that mixed romance with heated passion and a touch of melancholy. John took Jess' one hand in his and put his other on the small of her back. Her other hand would fall naturally against his chest and her forehead against his neck. Close, was the only way to dance to this. He pushed her tight and slowly started shifting his feet, leading them to revolve a little with each step.
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				Post by: <strong>Ket</strong> on <strong>11-09-2008, 02:35:26</strong>
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				Small fingers curled around her father's larger palm as Jess stepped into the embrace.&nbsp; Warmth radiated between their bodies, bringing a curl to her lips as a smile spread across her face.&nbsp; Her chin rested just underneath his collar bone and she looked up towards his face with a gleam in her eye.&nbsp; The pair twirled slowly, making tight circles over the living room floor.&nbsp; <br><br>She sang softly, the words slightly off key, but she didn't care.&nbsp; The song ended and the next began, a slightly faster tempo number by Jeff Beck.&nbsp; Jess closed her eyes and let the music wash over her.&nbsp; Her hips swung side to side in time with the music, an intoxicating twisting of her body as she moved to the rhythm.&nbsp; With their bodies so close she was forced to rub up against her father as she moved.&nbsp; Her skin tingled as her clothes rubbed so softly against her body, but she didn't notice the sensation.&nbsp; Her mind was lost in the moment of pure enjoyment.<br><br>When the song was done and another started to play, a yawn came over Jess.&nbsp; Standing on her tip toes to reach her father's cheek, she placed a delicate kiss on his skin.&nbsp; “Thank you Daddy,” she said with a soft smile, her eyes locked onto his.&nbsp; “I'm off to bed now, goodnight.”&nbsp; Pulling away from the embrace Jess turned and walked off, sauntering down the hall and up the stairs as soulful music rang in her ears. 
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>11-09-2008, 09:19:45</strong>
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				John enjoyed dancing, even if he didn't get to do it much. When the music turned more upbeat he immediately picked up on her cue. He led her through the dance, but she was a natural. Jess just seemed to have an instinct for...sensual rythms. At one point he lifted her up by the underside of her knee and pressed her even closer. His lips and nose dipped down to her neck when she leaned her head back, barely touching it.<br><br>He smiled, fatherly, when she kissed his cheek. Watching her leave, John was a little disappointed, although he didn't understand why. He should be delighted that she wasn't embarassed about dancing with her old man. Sitting down with his book again, he opened it, but didn't read. Instead, John closed his eyes and replayed the last few minutes of their dance back in his head. She had made him feel so... he couldn't find the word, or wasn't able to understand his own emotions. <br><br>All he could do was smile and feel how fast his heart was beating in his chest when he thought of her.
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				Post by: <strong>Ket</strong> on <strong>17-09-2008, 10:19:31</strong>
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				Bedsheets tangled around Jess' legs as she tossed and turned throughout the night.&nbsp; Normally a still sleeper, tonight she was restless.&nbsp; The dreams that spun through her mind were so vivid they were almost real.&nbsp; She had found the perfect prom dress, a delicate taffeta silk ball gown in a flattering shade of violet.&nbsp; Her hair was curled ever so slightly and pulled back, delicate wavy tendrils haloing her face.&nbsp; In between locks of hair were tiny flowers to match her dress and a small intricate tiara adorned her crown.&nbsp; Jess felt like the most beautiful girl in the room.&nbsp; Her face was aglow, a smile bedecking her lips the entire evening.&nbsp; She danced the night away with her partner, who's face she couldn't see.&nbsp; That fact didn't matter so much in the beginning, but as the dream continued on, Jess desperately wanted to know who the boy was that made her feel like such a princess.&nbsp; When his face was finally revealed, Jess grabbed her chest in shock and ran and ran and ran and ran.<br><br>The room was dark, except for a small flicker of light underneath the door when Jess sat up with a start.&nbsp; She was breathing heavily, beads of sweat forming on her forehead and upper lip.&nbsp; <em>It can't be!&nbsp; It just can't be!</em> She thought as she pounded a fist into the bed.&nbsp; The face that had finally been revealed to her belonged to her father.&nbsp; That couldn't be!&nbsp; He was her dad.&nbsp; She felt so much heat in her dream, such lust and love for the person she was dancing with.&nbsp; No way could she feel those kind of things for her father of all people!<br><br>Jess looked at the clock on her nightstand.&nbsp; It was 5 in the morning.&nbsp; She would have to be up to get ready for school soon, so she just decided to go ahead and slip out of bed and get dressed for the day.&nbsp; It was early enough that she could drive down to the bridge by the river and sit underneath the pilings on the shore while she thought.&nbsp; It was also early enough that she could avoid seeing her father as he readied for the day.&nbsp; She grabbed her back pack from her desk, tiptoed down the stairs, grabbed her lunch and a banana for breakfast.&nbsp; She scrawled a note on the message board on the fridge,&nbsp; <strong>Left for school early today Dad, see you this afternoon</strong>, and made her way to her car, then drove off into the dark morning.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>17-09-2008, 10:43:13</strong>
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				John woke up as Jess left, only he didn't know what had awoken him. He couldn't remember what he had dreamt either, but he woke up with a smile on his face. He climbed out of bed, all naked. His morning wood was as rock hard as always, but he didn't need to please himself right now. In fact he was doing that quite rarely this days; something that was odd in light of the strong sexual libido of his youth. Perhaps it was due to his age. Perhaps it was the lack of any emotional attachment to that kind of stimulation.<br><br>He moved through the door to his own bathroom (with a teenage girl in the house he thought he had been smart to install one for each of them), and got ready for work. A shave and shower later, followed by some cologne, he got dressed (in a grey casual suit witohut a tie) and headed downstairs. Finding the note from Jess, he was a little disappointed; he had wanted to see her. But when he immediately started whistling as he moved to the fridge, he realized nothing could take away his good mood. He was happy, even if he didn't quite know why. He ate some oatmeal and an apple, found the lunch-box with his lasagne from last night and headed off to work.<br><br>John was a little absent-minded during the day. He was caught staring dreamily out of the window a few times. When at his desk, he caught himself looking at the small portrait of Jess quite often. And when in meetings, he smiled to himself when he thought about how they had danced last night - his collegues proabaly thought he had some amusing ideas that he was going to share with them quite soon.
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				Post by: <strong>Ket</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 22:03:42</strong>
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				Jess was distracted all day at school.&nbsp; She couldn't take her mind off the dream from the night before.&nbsp; Why was her father in it?&nbsp; That question spun through her mind the entire morning, until lunch time.&nbsp; She was sitting outside at a picnic table, occasionally taking a bite of her lasagna while reading a report about the Mid-Atlantic ridge.&nbsp; Out of the blue, a shadow appeared across her book.&nbsp; “Hi Jess, mind if I sit down?”&nbsp; a deep voice asked her softly.&nbsp; The owner of the voice didn't wait for an answer.&nbsp; He quickly set his tray on the table and sat down across from Jes.<br><br>“H..hi Mike.”&nbsp; Jess said with a bit of trepidation as she looked up.&nbsp; She was puzzled.&nbsp; Most of the time the only reason guys sat anywhere near her at lunch was to talk to Chelsea.&nbsp; And since her best friend wasn't at lunch due to taking a re-test, Jess was confused.&nbsp; “Sure.”&nbsp; She replied to his question, after he had already sat. <br><br>“The Mid-Atlantic Ridge, huh?”&nbsp; Mike asked, turning her book slightly to look at it.&nbsp; “Did you hear about the undersea volcano they found off Iceland?”<br><br>Jess stared at him in total shock, her mouth agape.&nbsp; In ninth grade he'd been in her earth science class and she remembered him being the class clown.&nbsp; For him to show interest in what she was reading and to be current on events pertaining to that subject was just astounding to her.&nbsp; “Yeah, it's pretty awesome.”&nbsp; she said, the beginnings of a smile forming on her lips.<br><br>The pair talked for the rest of the lunch period, Jess becoming more and more animated as they talked over subjects that she loved.&nbsp; Mike seemed genuinely interested.&nbsp; As the bell rang, he asked for her number and she punched it into his cell phone.&nbsp; He said he'd call her later, and Jess really hoped he would.&nbsp; They parted ways, heading to different classes for the rest of the day.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Floating on cloud nine was the only way to describe how Jess felt the rest of the day.&nbsp; She had made it through her last classes and drove home, but couldn't recall a thing she'd done since lunch.&nbsp; Unable to concentrate on her homework, Jess was laying in bed listening to music when her phone rang.&nbsp; She picked it up, expecting it to be her best friend, and was quite surprised when it was Mike on the other end.&nbsp; They talked for hours, and Jess was so engrossed in the conversation that she never made dinner and didn't even hear her father come home from work.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 08:57:41</strong>
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				Still in a very good mood, John popped his coat over the rack from a distance; which almost made him feel as agile as Fred Astaire or Gene Kelly; although not quite as effeminate. He stopped in his tracks though. Something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was exactly. Putting his briefcase away, he took a deep breath through his nose. There was the absence of the usual magnificent scents from the kitchen. He moved closer and peeked inside the kitchen, confirming the fact that Jess wasn't there.<br><br>Now, this wasn't totally unheard of. She had sometimes ordered a pizza for them or chinese food. It'd be delivered only minutes after he got home. This usually happened if she was very busy with schoolwork or perhaps just was in the mood for take-away food. A glance to the door confirmed that her shoes and stuff was there. Jess was obviously home.<br><br>John shrugged and went upstairs to find her...
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				Post by: <strong>Ket</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 02:56:42</strong>
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				“So Jess,”&nbsp; Mike said in a shy tone, “would you like to..go to...”&nbsp; The words took him a while to say.&nbsp; Jess was smiling on the other end of the phone. Mike hadn't been a tiny bit nervous earlier in the day when he had sat down at lunch, nor had he been shy during the entire phone conversation.&nbsp; But now his words were stuttered and his breath was a bit raspy.&nbsp; &nbsp;“A movie with me this weekend?”<br><br>“Mike, I'd...”&nbsp; A familiar creak rang out in Jess' ears.&nbsp; Someone was walking up the stairs, almost to the top.&nbsp; She turned a bit and glanced at the clock on her nightstand.&nbsp; “Oh my god!”&nbsp; Jess said loudly into the phone.&nbsp; “I have to go!&nbsp; I'll talk to you later!”&nbsp; She clicked the phone shut, not even waiting to hear a goodbye from Mike.&nbsp; <br><br>Slipping off her bed, Jess opened her door and saw her the top of her father's head as he walked up the stairs.&nbsp; “Daddy!” she called out.&nbsp; The corners of her lips turned down into a slight frown as she hurried to the top of the stairs to meet him.&nbsp; “Daddy, I'm so sorry, I forgot all about dinner.”&nbsp; Jess' words flew out of her mouth at such a rapid pace that they were almost incomprehensible.&nbsp; “TodayatschoolthisboyMikesatatlunchwithmeandwetalkedallaboutunderseavolcanoesand...”&nbsp; The frown that had crossed her lips turned into a wide tooth-filled grin.&nbsp; “And then we talked on the phone ALL afternoon and he asked me out on a date!” Jess was positively giddy, her arms flying around her father's waist in a big hug. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Love (Ket and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 09:48:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John stood listening to Jess, letting her hug him. Then he realized what she had been saying. She had forgotten about him. She had been talking to a boy. He had asked her out on a date!<br><br>He could feel anger and jealousy velling up inside himself, and he pushed Jess away; hands on her shoulders, shaking his head. He dragged her back in her room. "You need to be tought a lesson, girl!" <br><br>John pushed her over her desk and pulled hard at her trousers and her underwear, tugging them down about halfway over her sensational bottom. His hand connected hard with her bare skin, over and over and over.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Love (Ket and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ket</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 08:26:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jess stood in front of her father in pure shock.&nbsp; She had expected to feel his strong arms wrap around her, had expected to hear him ask her about the boy.&nbsp; Expected him to be happy for her.&nbsp; But now here she was, still reeling from the look of disappointment on his face, off balance and with feet shuffling against the carpet as she was dragged down the hall and into her bedroom.&nbsp; “Daddy....what...I?”&nbsp; Jess' voice cracked as she spoke.&nbsp; He'd never treated her like this before, never been so rough.&nbsp; Her father's actions sent Jess' mind spinning in circles. <br><br>Papers scattered to the floor as Jess's upper body pressed against the desk.&nbsp; She twisted herself to look over her shoulder at her father, one arm swinging and trying to push at him.&nbsp; “Daddy!&nbsp; What are you doing?”&nbsp; Tears started to stream down her face as he pulled her jeans and panties down.&nbsp; This wasn't right!&nbsp; He'd been stern with her before, but never once had Jess' father raised a hand to her.&nbsp; And now, here she was, her behind bared in front of him, sprawled over her desk, his large hand crashing down firmly on her ass.<br><br>“DADDY STOP!”&nbsp; Jess cried out.&nbsp; Pain and heat seared through her cheeks.&nbsp; Just as the tingling started to subside, his hand was smacking against her again.&nbsp; “Daddy I'm...I'm so sorry!”&nbsp; Another jerk against the desk, the edge cutting into her stomach.&nbsp; Her father's hand beating her reddened rear.&nbsp; “Daddy, please...I won't...”&nbsp; She was sobbing, choking on her own breaths as she tried to cry and speak at the same time.&nbsp; “I won't forget about dinner again.”&nbsp; Pain seared through her backside, traveling rapidly up her side.&nbsp; “I promise!”&nbsp; Jess gagged on her words.&nbsp; “Daddy... don't...”<br><br>Her body was limp against the desk, legs shaking like jell-o.&nbsp; Jess couldn't tell if her father's hand was raining down on her ass anymore or not.&nbsp; All she could feel was immense pain.&nbsp; Not just on her skin, but deep in her heart as well.&nbsp; She wished a hole would open in the floor and swallow her into nothingness. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Love (Ket and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 11:53:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John didn't know how long he had spanked his daughter, but eventually he had stopped. He looked down at her half-bared ass, all red from the force he had applied to it. A mix of emotions ran through him; love and jealousy, fear and disappointment. Lust too. There was no denying that spanking the bare bottom of an almost grown-up girl such as her was as much a sexual act as anything else. He didn't know why he had done it. But he knew he was more upset about her having a date, than having forgotten about dinner.<br><br>"I...I love you sweetie." He said and walked out, heading downstairs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Love (Ket and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ket</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 10:45:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jess didn't move for a few moments.&nbsp; All she could do was cry into the lacquered wood desktop.&nbsp; When she finally started to move around, she was hurried.&nbsp; Jess ripped off her pants and threw them as hard as she could into the corner of her room.&nbsp; Her shirt soon followed.&nbsp; She slipped into bed, laying on her stomach and gingerly pulling the heavy bedspread over her body.&nbsp; The skin of her rear was still tender, and any touch sent her gasping for a breath. <br><br>How could he say he loved her when he'd just beat her?!&nbsp; Daddies aren't supposed to beat their little girls!&nbsp; Jess didn't understand her father's reaction.&nbsp; Laying in her bed, tears falling across her pillow as she sobbed softly, Jess fell into a fitful sleep. <br><br>After a few hours of tossing and turning through the night, dreams that she couldn't remember running through her head, Jess awoke.&nbsp; She wasn't fully awake, but still stuck in that half-sleep state of grogginess.&nbsp; Her backside still throbbed a little bit, mainly because she was laying on it.&nbsp; Bed linens were wrapped tightly around her, preventing her from being comfortable.&nbsp; Jess straightened the sheets out and turned over so she was on her stomach again.&nbsp; <br><br>Without even thinking, she slid her hand underneath her body, her fingers reaching between her legs, sliding along the moist and delicate skin.&nbsp; The thoughts that invaded her mind scared her, but still Jess didn't stop what she was doing.&nbsp; Because even though thinking about her father's hand raining pain down against her skin was frightening, it was also exciting.&nbsp; Her hips rocked in slow circles against her hand as two of her fingers worked their way deep inside.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Jess bit down on her pillow to muffle her moan as her orgasm peaked.&nbsp; She couldn't believe what she'd just done.&nbsp; Sure, she'd masturbated before, as any growing young woman is apt to do.&nbsp; But never before had she done so while thinking about her father.&nbsp; And especially never had she done so while thinking about the pain he could bring her.&nbsp; &nbsp;She fell into a deep sleep, so deep that she didn't even hear her alarm going off in the morning.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Love (Ket and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 13:22:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John sat quietly in his chair for a long time, thinking. He was thinking how this would change his relationship with Jess. Was she going to hate him forever and ever? Had she understood his feelings at all? Or maybe they'd just pretend nothing had happened... and tomorrow would be a normal day like any other. <br><br>He thought of how her displaying so much servitude over the last years, might have confused him. It had made him think he was in his right to punish her. To treat her like a pet, rewarded for good behaviour and punished for bad. She had acted like she worshipped him, and now he had been jealous for thinking that her feelings had changed.<br><br>He finally made himself som food, which consisted of a BLT sandwich with some old chicken breasts and mayo. He was hungry, but ate without enjoyment. Going to bed, it took a long time to fall asleep and he was still tired the next morning and his mood hadn't improved much. He walked by Jess room, wearing striped pyjama pants and a white t-shirt, hearing her alarm beep. "Honey? Jess?" He knocked on her door. "Jess?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Love (Ket and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ket</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 10:18:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fingers crept out from underneath the heavy comforter and slammed against the alarm clock, ending the buzzing with a punch.&nbsp; Jess heard her father's voice outside of her door, and scrambled out of bed.&nbsp; Thoughts of what he'd do to her if she was disobedient again filled her mind as she rushed the few steps across the carpet to open the door.&nbsp; <br><br>She stood there in front of him, one hand still holding onto the doorknob, her eyes searching his face, trying to figure out his emotion.&nbsp; “Daddy, I...well, about yesterday, see...ummm...”&nbsp; Jess couldn't find the correct words to say.&nbsp; How did one tell their father that what had happened hurt like no pain she'd ever felt before, but also brought her so much pleasure that part of her wanted it to happen again?&nbsp; Could she even say something like that to anyone, much less her own father?&nbsp; Her eyes were downcast as she thought about what to say.&nbsp; Finally words that sounded appropriate formed in her mind, easily escaping her lips with sincerity.&nbsp; “Daddy, I'm sorry.&nbsp; I'm truly sorry.”<br><br>Just as Jess spoke her apology, she realized that she had no clothes on.&nbsp; Not a hint of fabric to cover her bare skin.&nbsp; Her cheeks flushed and she turned away from his gaze, using her hands to cover up her breasts.&nbsp; Hurrying away from the door, not even bothering to close it, Jess made her way to her closet to find something to cover herself with.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Love (Ket and Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>30-10-2008, 10:55:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John was no youngster who'd be reduced to a drooling moron at the sight of a naked girl. Nonetheless, he was surprised by Jess opening the door for him, entirely naked. His eyes obviously moved down her body, fixing on her full breasts, her round hips and her bare sex. He had suspected she was built to match his image of perfection, something that was now confirmed. When she turned and he got a view of her bottom, it almost felt like a blow to his guts; He had obviously had her butt half-bared last night when he spanked her, but seeing her like this...<br><br>"Your alarm went off." He said, turning away. "Don't be late for school. I'll make some breakfast for us."
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