His Little Kitten
“I really should be telling Aubrey this. Aubrey needs to know.”
“I’m right here, Dad,” my sleepy headed Little Kitten says as she steps out of my bedroom wearing the shirt I had on last night over her skimpy dress. It covers far more of her slender body than the dress.
Jack looks at me with his brow raised and says, “haven’t mated yet? HA!”
“Nothing happened, Dad! Adonis massaged my feet and I massaged the tension out of his back, then fell asleep telling him how handsome he is and what a great guy he is,” Aubrey says.