It wasn't long before the stairs creaked under his tread as he made his way up to my room. Mommy had doubtlessly told him "everything" as she saw it. I knew Daddy would listen to my side of the story. I also knew that after weighing my words in the balance, he would side with Mommy, as he always did. I began to cry as soon as he came through the door.
It always amazes me when I read books and websites full of schoolgirl anecdotes. Every school with its ancient chapel, its hallowed cloisters, its beautiful playing fields and triumphs at hockey. Its dormitories, with young girls having pillow fights just as their predecessors had for decades before. Echoes of past glories in the framed photographs dating back to the late nineteenth-century. Prep, tuck shops, and Housemasters guiding their elite towards the heights of Oxbridge.
All I did was let them peek at my paper. Everything on my paper was actually my own work! Cara is a good girl and a straight-A honor student.
A Daddy and his Girl Once upon a time, in the land of never was, a place where big girls are sometimes little girls and their lovers are their Daddies, there was a girl and her Daddy. The girl loved her Daddy whole bunches and knew that she was his bestest girl. She thought that her Daddy was the best Daddy and she loved him whole bunches. Although most people would have said that Daddy spoiled his girl shamelessly, they would also have to admit that she was very well behaved. Or at least they would have said that if they had not witnessed some of her tantrums or misbehaivor.