When Ted made it home that evening, Daisy was there to greet him. She wore a little sun dress with a flare skirt that hit mid-thigh. There was a satiny dark pink, mauve like sash wrapped around her waist. Her small feet were strapped in wedge heeled sandals. Her toes painted a soft sparkling pink the same color as the sash at her waist. Ted sighed in wonder that she was always so prettily put together. His Daisy always appeared fresh and sweet, and innocent.
“Daddy,” Daisy exclaimed with her hands on her hips.
“Hey baby.” Ted deposited his briefcase and keys on a small table at the door. “I’m not late, am I?” He walked in, loosening his tie, trying to tear his gaze off his stepdaughter’s round perfect thighs. They were nicely shaped, and Ted remembered how soft and firm they had been whe
