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I step toward ain I pull it out and relief washes over me as I see it’s not my mother but my attorney, Isabella Monroe, who never sleeps and thinks I don’t either Norht now, she can wait The only call I would take right noould be fronificant

I turnaround the small space full of sad, decades old furniture, on top of which is strewn laundry full of bright colors, patterns and polka dots The place smells of her Lavender and peaches Cherries and cotton candy

On the outside, she’s an angel ide naïve eyes But inside, God, she’s a filthy girl

Only for me

A tight half-smile plays oneverywhere Pink and green underwear and socks decorate the back of a worn sofa More pink and green patterned pillows add pops of color into the dingy space

Even this little glie I pull open a kitchen drawer My need to know ht to privacy

Flatware clatters as the drawer slides open I rub the handle of a si into her mouth

Lucky fucking spoon

I want to destroy a piece of cutlery I’ht at a time

I want to be the one person on the planet who knows every little thing about her

I check her cabinets,the patterned flowers on her dishes, and lean down to pull open a drawer inside are bottles of colored sugar sprinkles, three kinds of vanilla,paraphernalia

Another drawer has a newspaper on top I ue

I hold a deep breath as I take it out and open the worn pages Chastity has gone over the it with a red s

A pair of panties with the words ‘Daddy’s Girl’ across the ass, a butt plug, a paddle with little flower pattern cut out of the burnished wood, a pink leather collar

In my head I hear her voice

Daddy

She can’t be this perfect forall the things she’s circled, the things I want to give her

You’re her Daddy