East Texas Whore Ch. 04

I stood up. And I tried to hug him. And he let me. Then he hugged me back. I moved to his side and lay on the bed. And he lay with me.

There were moments where we stared into each others' eyes. I was tempted to ask him what was on his mind, but I know men hate that question. They never want to share. Not with me.

That's not what I am to them. Not even my father.

After several minutes, he grew restless. He said he was going to shower. I let him shower alone, not wanting to be too clingy.

He came out and dressed. I asked him to let me put on his shirt for him. He let me work the sleeves of his shirt onto his arms and I don't know why but that little act tugged at my heart so fucking hard that I had to fight back tears.

I buried my face in his back between his shoulder blades. I felt a breakthrough. I felt like things would get better. Baby steps, but better.

And I was right. He made no offer to pay me for my services. This time, even though he said a lot of mean things, he didn't fuck a whore. He fucked his daughter, and he was loving her. But I didn't brag, I didn't try to expose to him his own feelings.

We hugged at the door, me still naked and stinking of sex. And he left.

And I was at peace for the first time in years.

And I think this is the end. I don't want to write about my life anymore.