"So, what have you got on the agenda for tonight?" he asked her as they began eating.

"I'm going over to Chris' house and watch a movie on cable, if that's okay with you."

"That's fine with me. You like him, don't you?"

She turned to look at her father from the cabinet where she was cutting him a piece of homemade bread. "Well, of course, I like him," she replied as she handed it to him and sat down across from him. "I wouldn't go out with any guy I didn't like."

"That's not what I meant, Snuggles," he said with a grin. "I mean that you like him a lot, and I think that's great. Chris is one of the few nice young men around, and one of the few I trust with the one person I love most in the whole world."

"Oh," she replied softly, feeling a warm glow of love for him.

For the next few minutes they ate in silence, but as she got up to clear the table he reached out and gently pulled her towards him. She sat down on his lap, feeling his strong arms wrap themselves around her lovingly. She always felt so safe, so secure in his arms, and loved it when he held her. But lately he had held her less and less, and she just didn't understand why. It seemed as if he was almost hesitant to do so.

She squirmed around on his lap to get comfortable so she could look up into his face and felt a slight twinge beneath her ass, realizing with a shock that his cock was stirring. That realization almost made her delirious with desire for him. If he had suddenly placed her on the table, ripped off her jeans and fucked her right there, she could die and go to heaven.

"You aren't particularly happy about me and Susan getting married, are you?" he asked suddenly, softly.

"Honestly?"