I was in a trance as I walked out of her room, holding her tank top and panties in one hand, my towel in the other. I came through the doorframe to my bedroom and saw her there. The blanket was up to her chest, the towel on the floor. She smiled at me.
"There you are," she said with a pout. "You left me alone for so long. After everything that happened, how could you?"
I stared without saying anything.
"Daddy? Are you okay?"
"Yes," I said, clearing my throat, finding my voice. "Here you go."
I tossed the panties and the tank on top of the bed. I turned my back to her and opened my dresser.
"Daddy?" she said.
"Yeah?" I said.
"Can I sleep naked?"
"Huh?" I said, turning back, still holding my towel at my waist.
"It's my p***y," she said, frowning at me. "It's so swollen from all the
