Finally it was time for bed, but I told him that I needed to stay up a little later so I could wrap his present. I made him go to bed first, which earned me a smile. We kissed on the lips again, this time by his origination. It made me tremble inside and, for half a heartbeat, I nearly swung my arms around his shoulders and pulled him on top of me. Oh how I wanted to make love to my father! Instead, I forcibly pulled my head back and smiled up at him. He smiled, too, and then he left.
The truth was, my present didn't actually need to be "wrapped". It needed to be "written". I had been working on it all day in my head. I was going to write something special for my daddy. Something that he would find on his computer Christmas morning.
Firing up his laptop, I settled into the couch. I knew
