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 Chapter 2

   My eyes were closed.  There was an amazingly comfortable weight on top
of me, and my dick was wet.  It had been a long time since I felt this
good.

   I could hear soft purrs coming from the weight on my chest.  No words,
just contented sounds.  I felt a hand gently caressing my cock, and started
getting hard again.  This produced some happy sounds from the weight on my
chest.  I realized I hadn't felt this good since Lisa died.

   Oh God, what have I done?  Lisa.  Danny.  Kelly?

   My dick instantly shriveled to nothing, bringing a sigh of protest from
the soft weight atop me.

   I opened my eyes to the darkened bedroom, and looked down at the blond
head resting on my chest.

   "Kelly?"

   "Hmm..."

   "Mike."

   "Wha...?"

   "I'm Mike.  I thought you should know."

   "Hmm, Mike." A soft chuckle, "I like that."

   "Kelly?"

   "Hmm...?"

   "Kelly, darlin', We have to get up."

   She made a soft sound of disapproval, as she snuggled tighter.

   "Yes, you do," said a voice from the other room.

   We froze, fear coursing through both of us.

   "Daddy?"

   Daddy?  OH SHIT!

   "I have to use the restroom," said the voice.  "You two get yourselves
together, while I do that."

   I heard his footsteps fade, then the creak of a door.  Kelly looked up
at me and I met her eyes.  Sparkling laughing blue eyes.

   "Oops," She said.

   We got ourselves upright and fixed our clothes.  Easy for me, but Kelly
had to overlap the tails of her blouse and tuck them into her skirt.

   "Thank You," she said, softly "I needed that more than you could ever
know."

   "You're wrong, and Thank You, too."

   She smiled, and the world stopped to take notice.

   I reached out and drew her into a hug.

   The cop (Dad, oh shit) was waiting for us in Kelly's living room, and we
walked out and faced him, our arms still around each other.

   He stepped closer to us, and looked into Kelly's eyes, searching them.

   Then, his eyes softened and he gave a faint smile.

   He turned his head and his eyes bored into mine.  I felt him in my head,
kicking over the furniture, opening the closets, searching.  This scared
the shit out of me.  He knew it too, as his hand slowly came up and gripped
mine.

   "Don't hurt my little girl.  She's all I have to live for." His eyes
were telling me the same thing.

   I just nodded, not knowing a single thing to say.

   He said, "I have to go, but you two need to talk." He looked at Kelly,
searching her eyes, again.  "I love you baby.  I'll lock up the coffee shop
on my way out."

   Eyes back to me.  Searching.  "Kelly?  Don't hurt him either."

   "I'm Ron, by the way."

   As he turned away, he glanced back at the two of us and said, "I want
you both to know something.  It's okay to live."
   He went down the stairs.