Duncan Fox

Daddy_s darling daughter

CHAPTER 1

Bubbling over with good spirits, Judy dashed down the hall from her room, her feet thundering along the floor. Skipping every third stair, she managed to avoid sliding down the banister, remembering her father's latest explosion when she had done so and scratched the highly polished rail. At the bottom of the stairs, Judy slowed her headlong rush and tried to assume a dignity more in keeping with her nearly thirteen years-well, anyway, almost twelve and a half years. She was becoming a grown-up woman now, she reminded herself, and giggled. After all, hadn't she gotten her first bra over a month ago now? As she went toward the kitchen, Judy glanced down with pride at the developing mounds on her chest. She became aware of the soft touch of air over her trim, tanned belly, below the short top she wore. The frayed fringe of the chopped-off Levi's she wore tickled her slender legs as she walked.

"Good morning, Judy," her mother greeted her. "Your eggs will be ready in a few minutes."

"Thanks, Mom," Judy replied, giving her mother a quick peck on the cheek.

"Good morning, Sugar," Judy's father greeted her, looking up from his paper and giving her a smile.

"Good morning, Daddy," Judy replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek. As usual, he smelled faintly of after-shave lotion, and even though he had just shaved, his whiskers scraped Judy's sensitive cheek.

Judy sat in her usual chair, made her usual face and drank her usual orange juice. As she did so, she cast a quick, sideways glance at her father. His hair was just beginning to become peppered with flecks of silver, especially at his sideburns. Judy decided it was going to be terribly distinguished and hoped he wouldn't ever think of coloring it or anything. Carol's daddy had done that, and it looked really weird.

"What's on your agenda for today?" Judy's mother asked, bringing the eggs over from the stove.

"I dunno," Judy answered. "Nothing, I guess."

"Well, I'm not going to be home all day. I've got a shopping trip this morning, and garden club this afternoon. You'll have to fend for yourself."