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Deep in Thought
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
The father and daughter were to run an errand. A simple, boring,
every day occurrence. The man switched channels on the car radio
and chatted with his tiny four year old. He admired how her legs
stuck straight out in front of her. She clicked her hard little
shoes together to the rhythm of the music. He found a satisfaction
in her company.
She, even more then his son, was a reflection of his own life.
She was born when he was thirty. He had been born when his mother
was thirty. At any point in his life he could imagine thirty,
sixty years before and experience the wonder of life, the mystic
subtle patterns of humanness.
His thoughts took him back thirty years, he was four and his feet
stuck straight out as he sat next to his mother on their large
flowered couch. His mother had always babied him. Being the youngest
of five brothers he was protected yet under constant scrutiny.
Perhaps this explained his frequent escape to fantasy. His mother
would interrupt his deep thoughts with a gentle pat to his upper
leg.
"Where are you Pépé? Dreaming?" she said in her poetic Italian.
"No Nana, I am right here with you," he said. Though he wondered
what she would think if she could see into his mind and where
his dreams had taken him.
His fantasies, as he remembered, even at that age had been filled
with sexual imagery. Punishments, spankings, bondage, kidnappings,
he was always the martyr, the central figure in some tragic scene.
He smiled, amused with himself, and glanced at his tiny daughter.
The little girl had been listening to the radio. The monotonous
newscaster had replaced the music and she couldn't see out of
the window. She stared at the seat belt. She liked to wear the
seat belt. The feel of it snug around her waist started her pretending
Daddy looks like a stranger in his new hat. Daddy is a stranger.
This funny hat man is taking me somewhere and I can't escape.
The child tugged at her seat belt and kicked her feet. She shivered
deep inside. It felt good to pretend. Of course she could scream,
but the stranger man had threatened to spank her if she made a
sound. She clamped her lips tight together, her face set in a
serious pouty expression. She imagined how terrible it would be
if the stranger man stopped the car and pulled her over his lap,
lowered her pink day of the week panties and spanked her bottom
a bright shade of red. He would then buckle her right back in
the seat with her panties still dangling around her ankles! The
little girl wiggled her feet imagining this terrible, lovely thought.
Her dream was interrupted by her daddy's deep familiar voice.
"Zoey, where are you? Are you deep in thought?"
"No Daddy, I am right here with you!" she smiled up at him, and
he recognized the tiniest hint of guilt in her large innocent
brown eyes.
"Deep In Thought is a wonderful place Zoey, I go there myself
sometimes," he said as he reached over to gently pat her chubby
upper leg.
© 1999 by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or distributed
without permission
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