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When Daisy's asleep, she's my daughter again. She lies with her head cradled in my lap, breathing slowly and deeply. I stroke her cheek gently. My hand traces the curves of her bare, smooth shoulder. And then my balls stir, my cock stiffens, and my restless fingers wander south, alighting on her warm furry pussy. She turns onto her front, burying her head in my groin, and clasps her arms around my lower waist. "Fuck off, pervert..." She mumbles, still half-asleep. I feel the vibration of her voice on my balls.
I pick the cold fries one by one from her untouched dinner plate, saying to myself, "She loves me, she loves me not..."
Daisy's eyelids fluttered, then opened fully. She looked up at me with her melting blue eyes.
She sat up on the sofa next to me, confused for a moment about where she was, and then looked at me with a little smile.
"Fuck," she said. I'm glad I've only got another week at Lambert. Work is knackering."
"Try fifteen years of it."
"No thanks." She yawned and stood up. She plodded to the bathroom. I heard the familiar tinkling music of her peeing; I recalled that the sound had disgusted me when she first moved in with me. Then after a while it became incredibly erotic. But now, it just made me feel -- sad.
She came back into the living room and sat down again next me.
"Dad, I'm thinking of moving in with James."
"Oh," I said.
"Are you cool with that?"
"Of course. It's great. I think it's great."
"No you don't."
"No, it's great for you. He's a nice guy. You know he's in love with you, don't you."
"Yeah. He's -- he's a pervert like you. He likes kissing my feet."
"How's that for you?"
"I kinda like it. But that's basically it on the sex front with us."
"Ok. So no grandchildren yet, then." I was trying to hide my sadness at losing her.
"What about Ted?" I asked her.
"What about him?"
"Well, I assumed... I mean he's more your type, older man, lots of money."
Daisy glared at me. "You assumed we're fucking."
"Oh Daisy, come on. It's fucking obvious you two are. All those 'late nights'."
Daisy slapped my face. "Asshole. Fucking asshole. Ok, that's made it easier."
"Daisy, I'm sorry. I'm an idiot. You're right, I am an asshole. I'm just a jealous asshole."
She dressed quickly and grabbed her phone from the table. She stabbed at it rapidly with her thumbs. Moments later her phone ding-ed. She left without another word. I assumed she was going to James' place.


When I arrived at work the next day, I was told at reception that Ted wanted to see me in his office immediately. My stomach churned.
Still in my coat, I entered Ted's office. tunceli escort He was at the window, looking down at the street below, holding his phone to his ear. He turned, and I saw that his face was deathly pale with fright. There wasn't a hint of anger there. My own fear started to fade: Whatever had happened to upset him so, it hadn't been what I'd dreaded -- that Daisy had told him about us.
Before I could open my mouth, he said, "where's your daughter?"
He'd never referred to her as my daughter. He'd always called her 'Daisy'. I got scared again. "She stayed round at -- at a friend's last night. I expect she'll be in soon," I said.
"So you haven't spoken to her?"
"About what? I mean, no. What is it Ted?"
Ted exhaled. "Oh, nothing. Nothing really. She was just doing some work for me. I need her to print out another copy of a report, I can't find it on my computer."
"Isn't she answering her phone?" I asked.
"No."
"Ah. Well, come to think of it, she said last night she wasn't feeling well."
"Oh, that will be it then. If she does come in -"
"-I'll let her know."
I left Ted's office, relieved. Then at ten o'clock, I got a WhatsApp message from her. She'd sent me a video.
I hurriedly put my earpiece in and played the video. I was confused by what I saw. It looked like a pair of man's shoes. Then the view panned down to show a pair of hairy knees, and then the unmistakeable sight of a fist rapidly jerking up and down.
Then Daisy's voice: "That's it. Kiss my asshole and jerk, loser wanker."
The view now panned around Ted's office until it showed her face, with its emotionless expression.
"You've wanted this for soo long, haven't you," she said, to me it seemed, but she was talking to Ted.
"Sniff and jerk, you sick fuck. Say it. Say 'I'm a sick fuck.'"
I heard Ted's muffled voice, gasping "I'm a sick fuck."
"Who's better, me or your wife?"
"You are."
"Louder. Who's better?"
"YOU ARE..."
The camera panned around again, to give me a view of Ted's glistening jizz trickling down his man boobs.
The video ended. I sat, stunned. Then I saw three dots pulsing in the WhatsApp chat -- she was sending me another video. She added "call me after u watched it" and a "lips" emoji to that one.
It was of me in the flat, naked. I remember the day. Daisy had narrated the action:
"Here's my panty-sniffing Dad, crawling around on his knees, blindfolded. We're playing 'hunt the panties.' He has to go around trying to find my dirty underwear just using his nose to find them. Then he has to pick them up in his mouth and bring them to me. Warm, Dad. Colder... tunceli escort bayan COLDER I said, turn around... warmer... hot! Good boy! Now bring them to me like a good boy..."
I called her. She gave me detailed instructions of what I had to do next. If I didn't, she'd send the video of me to Ted, to her mother, and to everyone in the Lambert office. When she said that, my heart froze, and for the first time in my life I stopped loving her: She'd betrayed our bond.


Ted was literally cowering in a ball on the floor in the corner of his office.
"Get up, Ted." He disgusted me,
"Please, please..." Ted mumbled.
"For fuck's sake, get up," I said. "I won't do anything to you. I'm not going to say anything."
"Please believe me, Tom, I didn't -- it wasn't..."
Ted tried to get up from the floor, but the combination of shock and the weight of his corpulent body prevented him from doing so. He crawled to the corner of the desk and heaved himself up onto his feet.
"Daisy just told me what happened. You started touching her inappropriately. Then you molested her. Then one thing led to another."
Ted, who'd begun to recover, blustered, "that's not what happened, Tom, I swear..."
I sighed. "I believe you, Ted, But so what? She's fucked you, in more ways than one. There's nothing you can do about it now except do as you're told."
Ted straightened his tie and eyed me keenly. "I see, a little blackmail scam. How much do you want?"
"I want you to make me a partner."
"You know I can't do that, I have to talk to the other partners."
"Daisy can talk to them, if you like," I said sweetly.
"No, no. Okay. And if I do that, will you leave me alone? Will that be the end of it?"
"Yes, I'll forget all about it. As long as you write a great letter of recommendation for James. He's handed in his notice, and he's just starting out on his career. It will mean a lot to him."


When I got home I was surprised to find both Daisy and James there. James stood up and shook my hand. "Congratulations, sir!"
I looked at Daisy questioningly. "I told him about you being made a partner." I wasn't sure whether that was all she'd told James.
"Well, Daisy, I suppose I should thank you. And apologize for doubting you."
"Dad, please..."
"James, behind every successful man is a woman like Daisy," I said.
"Dad, I'm warning, you, shut up."
"You know, if it wasn't for her, I'd never have been made partner, and you'd probably stay a junior technologist at Lambert for another five years."
"I actually accused her of sleeping with Ted. Can you believe that? Can escort tunceli you believe that James? I thought that she wanted more money in her bank account, so she arranged for me to be made partner by fucking Ted. Because you know, James, it's all her money, isn't it? Show him whose name is on your bank card, Daisy."
Daisy got up and pummelled me with her fists. "Shup up! Shut up!"
I grabbed her wrists tight and held them away from me. "To think that her own father would accuse her of doing such a terrible thing!"
Daisy started sobbing wretchedly.. "Bastard... bastard..."
Bastard. That's what Daisy's mother used to call me when we used to fight in the last death throes of our marriage.
"But let's be fair to Daisy. It's not illegal or anything, is it. It's not like, oh, I don't know..."
Daisy freed her hands, held them against her ears and screamed. She ran into her room.
"I better go," said James quietly, and ran out of the flat in terror, leaving the door open.
I went to Daisy's door and said to her coldly, "Don't you ever try to blackmail me again. It works both ways, remember."
I poured myself a whiskey and drained it at a gulp. My hands shook. I poured another.
She came out of her room after half an hour. She was still sobbing. She went to the kettle to make some herb tea. That was something I always did for her at bedtime. She liked me bringing it to her in her room when she'd got into bed.
I stood.
"Sorry". We'd said it simultaneously.
We hugged and rocked in each other's arms, like father and daughter, like lovers.
"You know, I did do it for you, Dad. I don't want any money," Daisy said. "Any more money, anyway, " she added, laughing though her tears.
"Anyway, James will be able to look after you financially. He's going to do well."
"Mm. But he'll never... I mean he won't be-"
"-I know, Daisy. And nobody will ever replace you either."
"I love you, Dad."
"And I love you."
"Well," I said brightly, "I guess you got what you wanted with your little scam."
"Well, there was one more thing..."
"What now?"
"I want you get a tat. Just here..." she kissed my neck.
Epilogue
Daisy and James are now living together permanently, and they both seem happy. When James works late at his tech job, Daisy likes to come over to my place and get me to cook for her. Then we snuggle up on the sofa and watch TV. Last night they were showing the Disney movie "Tangled", which used to be her favourite movie when she was a little girl. She fell asleep to it, her head on my lap, like old times.


The tattooist swipes his fingers open to magnify the photo he's just taken on his phone; it's the side of my neck. It's raw and red, but I can see he's done a good job, exactly what I asked for: A plain flower, in black outline, easily recognizable as a daisy, encircled with seven words, repeating in an endless cycle:
"She loves me, she loves me not..."