Page 7 of Lacey's Daddy
“Do you go out with friends?”
“No.” I don’t have any except the people I’ve met here.
“Is your father at home now?”
I shake my head.
“Where is he?”
“Hunting,” I murmur.
“Hunting? Did he go hunting for the weekend?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Does he do that a lot?”
I nod slowly.
“Does he know you’re here, Baby girl?”
I shake my head vigorously. A bit too vigorously I realize.
“Does he know you’ve ever been here?”
“No, Sir,” I whisper. I’m scared out of my mind. Is Brian going to take me home and make me tell my father where I go? I don’t think he would do that, but what’s the point of his questions?
Brian thinks for a minute and then starts again, “Do you go other places, Little one? The grocery store or shopping?”
“Not very often, Sir.” I sometimes go to the thrift store on Saturday mornings when he’s out of town and get some used clothes, but that’s the only place I dare go. I don’t have much money. I steal it from my father when he empties his pockets onto the counter. I never take more than a dollar or so until I have enough to buy used clothes.
“So the only place you regularly go is here when your father is not home?”
I nod.
“How did you find out about the Dungeon?”
“I found it on his computer,” I tell Brian. That’s how I also learned about Littles and Daddies, and I’ve been very fortunate because someone anonymously pays my membership.
He smiles. “Resourceful. Have you taken any college classes?”
“No…”
“How old are you, sweet girl?”
“Twenty.”
“So you graduated from high school two years ago?”
I want him to stop asking me questions. He’s getting too close to the truth. I’m sure he already knows it, but he’s tricky with his questioning. This question I don’t answer at all. I just stare at him.
He draws in a deep breath as if trying to calm himself again. He’s very good at that. I’m glad because if he starts yelling about my situation it will scare me more.
“Lacey, how much education have you had?”
I bite my lip.
“I’m not mad, Baby girl. I promise. I just need to understand.”
