The next morning started much the same. Daddy knocked and came into my room at 6 AM.
This time, I was in a babydoll nightie I found in the back of my drawer.
I think the last time I wore it, I was thirteen or fourteen. It barely contained my eighteen-year-old breasts and was practically see-through, but I hadn’t worn it for comfort.
I had worn it for Daddy.
I wrapped myself in a robe before Daddy could really see what I was wearing.
Mom said her goodbyes as I cooked Daddy breakfast.
She told him she was impressed that he was able to get me out of bed and doing chores so early.
As soon as the garage door closed behind her, I took off my robe and hung it on the back of one of the chairs at the table.
After setting Daddy’s plate in front of him, I stood before him.
“Is this for me
