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Present DayBack upstairs in his home office, Kendrick logged on to his desktop for his first appointment of the day, which was to be followed by a meeting at 10:30. As he got going with his work tasks, he was finally able to stop thinking about the dream he’d had the night before. Seemingly just a few minutes after he started, his phone rang. He looked at the screen, and it was his daughter, Kiersten.“Hey, sweetie, what’s up?” he greeted her.“Hey, handsome!” she answered brightly. “I’m getting hungry, and I just know you want to take your loving daughter out for lunch.”“Lunch? Already?! It’s only…” he glanced at the clock, and it was already well after noon. “Wow! Look at that! It is time for lunch! Sure, come pick me up, and I’ll treat you to lunch.”“Okay, Kendrick, I’m not far away. See you soon!”“Kee-Kee,” groaned Kendrick. Lately, she had begun to call him by his first name. Every time, it struck him as odd. “I’ve told you; my name is Dad. You need to stop hanging out with those disrespectful-ass white girls, always calling grown folks by their first names.”“Oh, Kendrick,” she laughed. “You’re so silly! I have no idea what you’re talking about! I’ll see you in a few!” and she hung up.Kiersten Cayman knew exactly what he was talking about. It was all part of her nefarious plan to seduce her father. She’d long wanted to be more than just a daughter to him. She wanted to be his love… his girl. Late at night, when she dared to let her imagination go that far, she even dared to dream that she could become his wife. Now, she was finally doing something more than just wishing for it.But one thing at a time. The first step of the assault was to stop referring to him as ‘Dad’ or Father, or any of those… except when she managed to sneak into his bed and hold him.  She’d pulled that off a few times and each time, convinced him it was all a dream. She’d let him think about it for a couple of days, and then strike again.Their server put their plates in front of them. They decided on sandwiches, and this place had some of the best in town. As they began to eat, he picked up their earlier conversation.“So why am I ‘Kendrick’ all of a sudden?” he began.  “What happened to ‘Dad’ or even ‘Pops’? And I know it’s way too much to ask for an occasional ‘Daddy’.”“Maybe one day,” she said, mostly to herself.“What?” he asked.“Nothing,” she countered. “Look, I’m 23 years old. I’m a grown woman, I can be with who I want to be with, and bursa escort bayan I think I can alter the terms of our relationship.”“Hmm,” he grunted. “Well, I’m still your father, young lady.”She answered, “You will always be that, Kendrick.” He was shocked at how seductive she sounded.He responded, “But if you ever call me ‘Kenny’, I’ll whip your little ass!” he warned.“Ooohhh!” she giggled, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.“No,” he said, pointing at her parentally, “not the fun way, either.” He tried to sound stern but was thrown off his stride because of her mischievous smile, and the lust he unexpectedly saw smoldering in her eyes.Kiersten said, coquettishly, “I understand, Kendrick.”Back in the day, before Kiersten had come into his life, Kendrick had been a stone-cold player. He was one of those rare men who actually understood women; who knew what they were saying before a single word was spoken. If she was any other woman, he’d know exactly what she was saying. So he couldn’t believe the messages he was receiving from his little girl. But she wasn’t a little girl anymore.  Like she said, she was a grown woman. And that grown woman seemed to be in hot pursuit. Surely she wasn’t hot for her own father, was she?Kiersten could see him working it out. Clearly, her tactics were finally beginning to work. Perhaps the next nocturnal visit might be happening sooner than later… *****18 Years Ago“What?!” squeaked Kendrick.“Are you my Daddy?” asked Kiersten.He looked at Patricia. “Patty, what the f- what the heck?!?”Patricia said Kendrick, “Yes, Kendrick, she’s your daughter.”Kiersten walked up to him and held out her hand, saying, “Pleased to meet you, Daddy.”Dumbstruck, he shook her hand and answered, “Ummm… Hi, Kiersten.”Patricia asked, “Do you have the Disney Channel?” She was calm and unhurried, as if introducing an old booty call to his five-year-old daughter was just a normal Tuesday afternoon.Kendrick sputtered, “Does this place LOOK LIKE I get the fu—dang Disney Channel?!”Meanwhile, Kiersten had helped herself to the remote. “Oh, goodie!” she exclaimed. “We have it!” as she settled in on her favorite TV channel. Patricia looked at him, smirking.Kendrick said, “Oh, that one. Yeah, I guess I do have that. Wait, that’s not the point. WHAT THE FUCK, PATRICIA? How you gonna just stroll up in here and drop something like this?!” he görükle escort said. He didn’t sensor his language. If she was his kid, li’l girl was probably gonna hear cussing from time to time.Patricia ignored his outburst and said, “Kerry, find your show and watch for a minute. I need to talk with your father.”“Okay, Mommy,” she answered, already finding her favorite show.“Can we talk somewhere quietly?” she asked.“Sure, come on,” he answered, leading her down a hall to a roomy bedroom that he’d made into an office. There was space for a desk and a small loveseat. He motioned to the loveseat, “Have a seat.” He pulled the chair from behind the desk and sat facing her. “So what’s this about? Money? You looking for five years of child support?”She scoffed. “I wish it were that simple, though, from the looks of it, that wouldn’t be a huge problem for you. But no, this isn’t about money. It’s something else.”For the first time, Kendrick noticed how stressed she looked. “What’s going on?” he asked. The time they were together was nothing but good, so he had no reason to mistreat her. They’d made love once, then graduated and had gone their separate ways. He softened his tone and took her hand in his. “What’s going on, Patricia? Look, I’m not one of those guys acting like, ‘How do you know it’s mine,’ because just LOOK at her. She looks more like me than she does you! You say that this isn’t about money or child support. So what can I do to help you?” he said earnestly. He wanted to help.Patricia hung her head, and looked like she was going to cry. Finally, she answered, “I never thought it’d be this hard, you know?”“Well, motherhood is hard,” said Kendrick.“Yeah, it is,” she agreed, “but that’s not what I’m talking about. I was just a good girl from a good home, having some good times while in college. Just like everybody else. I had a guy I fully expected to marry. But I heard all these girls talking about you, talking about how good it was with you. ‘Get my Vitamin K shot’ or something. I figured I’d be out of school in a week, nobody would ever know. You’d just be a cheap thrill before graduation. I was on the pill, and I took it every day. When I found out I was pregnant, I would have gotten rid of it. But you just know how those conservatives are, ‘no abortion no way no how.’ Everybody figured it was Randy’s baby, my boyfriend. He was thrilled, because he was so ready to be a daddy, and we were sleeping together regularly. But then when she came out all… Black… He just turned around and walked out of the delivery room, and I haven’t seen him since to this day.“My parents damn near disowned me. I got a good job right outta college, so luckily I already had my own apartment. That’s where we live. My parents barely talk to me. As far as they’re concerned, Kiersten may as well been born dead. They don’t say her name, they don’t ask about her, they don’t talk about her, and in five years they haven’t sent so much as a birthday card. The stress is really getting to me. My whole family hates me for what I did. They hate her for what she is. Sometimes I don’t even know how to keep going. I worry that if something was to happen to me, she don’t need to be raised in a world like that. You’re her father. So I’m asking you to take her.”Kendrick had not expected this.  He said, “If that’s the world you live in, what the hell were you doing with me? I don’t know if you noticed this, but I’m black. Not just black, I’m extra black. What the hell were you doing with me?”“I don’t exactly share all of my family’s views,” she answered.“Yeah but here you are giving up custody to your only child to appease your racist-ass parents.”“Look, you don’t understand! It’s not that simple!” she protested.“Actually, it is that simple! You had some jungle fever, got that itch scratched, and now there’s no room for a black child in your lily-white world. You know what? Yes! I’ll take my daughter, and I will protect her from all of that. But we’re doing it on paper. You’re not showing up in six months because you had a ‘change of heart’ and tearing her world apart again. If you do this, we’re doing this for real!” Kendrick said vehemently.Patricia just hung her head and said, “That’s fine. Let’s meet at the courthouse tomorrow. Can she spend the night here?”“How? She doesn’t even have a change of clothes.”“Wait,” said Patricia, as she walked out of the room and out of the apartment. She wheeled in a large suitcase and went over to Kiersten and spoke softly to her for just a few seconds. She kissed her on the forehead, saying, “I’ll see you tomorrow, have fun with your dad.” To Kendrick, she added, “See you tomorrow at ten, okay?” She left before he answered. Kendrick had a feeling that they would never see her again.*****Present DayKiersten lay awake debating whether to go ‘visit’ her dad in bed tonight or tomorrow night. It was time for her to move her efforts forward again. As she lay there, she thought back over how wonderful he was in every way. Her mother had basically abandoned her; she’d unceremoniously dumped her off to a father she’d never met, and then just disappeared.

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