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“Better than you would think. She was so angry with her father and had been estranged for so long that she’s glad to have closure. I think she’s finally starting to breathe easier now that it appears no one is following her with ill intent.”

“I bet you’re not quite as quick to let go of the reins, though,” Colton says.

“Fucking right. It’s tough. She lets me drive her to work and pick her up, but even watching her walk into the building without me gives me heart palpitations.”

Colton nods. “I was that way with Eve for a long time.”

“When does it loosen?” I’m wondering when I’ll be able to breathe without worrying all the time.

All four men laugh.

Roman slaps a hand on his thigh. “Never. It’s a Daddy thing. It takes all my self-control to let Lucy walk out the door for work every day. She fucking insists on driving herself. I have to let her. She’s a grown woman.”

“But she balances her Little and her adult like a pro,” I note.

Roman chuckles. “Most of the time. She knows the rules. As soon as she steps into the house, she’s my Little girl. Some days she likes to fight me on that. I’ve come to realize she comes home argumentative on the days she’s had a rough time at work for whatever reason. Those days, she knows she needs a firm spanking to let it go. When she comes into the house immediately disobeying my rules, I know she had a bad day. I have no problem swatting her bottom and standing her in a corner with her panties around her knees and her dress pulled up.” He grins.

“I’m still getting used to all this. Thanks for the advice.” Thank God, I have a strong group of friends to lean on when I need to know how to handle Lacy. Sometimes, she conspires with the other Littles, and then we all have to bump heads and come up with a united group punishment.

God, I love her. I glance at where she’s playing in the sandbox with Lucy, Cindy, Eve, and Britney. The girls are getting sand everywhere. They are going to need to be hosed down before they can go inside.

Roman leans his elbows on his knees. “I assume there was a substantial inheritance since the Rutherfords went to so much trouble to try and secure it for themselves. Have you spoken to Hudson about investing it?”

I glance at Hudson and then back at Roman. “Yes. In fact, we’re meeting with his boss, Spence Wakefield, Monday afternoon.”

“That’s good. Spence is a great guy. I’ve met with him several times. He’s brilliant. He’s grown Golden Alliances into an amazing business. The guy’s only in his mid-thirties,” Roman points out.

“Spence is fantastic to work for,” Hudson agrees. “He’ll get her set up.”

Hudson declined to manage Lacy’s account himself, insisting it wouldn’t be ethical to manage a friend’s money. I’m grateful his boss agreed to take her under his wing.

The guys are right. It’s a lot of money. Her dad apparently lived frugally, always saving for a rainy day or retirement. Or hell, maybe he wanted her to get a sizable inheritance because he felt bad about how he’d treated her for ten years after her mother’s death.

I like to think it’s the latter. I’d like Lacy to think that, too. It’s easier to spend life believing he intentionally left something for Lacy than that he simply never got around to changing his will. It’s better for the soul.

Roman sits up and glances around at the men. “I need to get Lucy home, fed, and in bed early tonight. These girls surely have sand inside their panties and in their hair. Anyone opposed to a bit of embarrassment play?”

We all chuckle and shake our heads.

Roman looks at each of us in turn. “You sure? I know some Littles have issues with public nudity. I’m pretty sure Lucy, Cindy, Eve, and Britney are close enough and have known each other long enough to have gotten over any concerns with exposure. It took Lucy a long time before she could tolerate me exposing her to other people. Will Lacy be okay?”

“Sounds like the perfect end to a gorgeous afternoon,” I say. The truth is, we’ve spoken many times about exposure, and we’ve been working on it lately, especially after finding out someone had been photographing her through our windows.

A high wall surrounds Hudson’s backyard. No neighboring homes can see into the yard. I’m confident Lacy doesn’t mind being naked in front of other women, especially her friends. Her Little will probably be horrified, but that’s half the fun.

Hudson rises. “I’ll pull the hose around.”

Davis whistles, making all the girls look in our direction. “Time to go home,” he shouts.

A collective group of groans makes me feel even more confident that a bit of humiliation play is warranted.

“But, Daddy…” Eve says.

Colton stands, hands on his hips. “One…” That’s all it takes. All five girls scramble out of the sandbox, brush themselves off as best they can, and race toward us.

They indeed have sand everywhere. It looks as if they threw it up in the air, and it landed on their heads. I suspect they might have done so on purpose to see what kind of trouble they could get into. They need not fear. Trouble is coming.

“Clothes off,” Roman declares as he pulls Lucy’s shirt over her head.

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