Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
She nodded shyly.
“You want me to play with you?”
“You play?” she asked, surprised.
He shrugged. “For you, Cherry, I’d do anything.”
A smile filled her face. “You’re a good guy, Tobias.”
“Now that’s something I’m definitely not,” he told her. “But for you, I want to be a better man. Never thought that would happen.”
“Does it upset you?” That was the last thing she wanted.
“No, babe. Nothing about you could ever upset me. Oh, and you want to call me Daddy, you go right ahead. Although I do prefer Papa.”
“Papa,” she repeated. “I like Papa.”
“That’s a good girl. Let’s go play.”
35
Immy lay back on the padded mat, giggling so hard that she thought she might pee herself. She rolled onto her side, pressing her legs together.
“What are you laughing at, Cherry?” Tobias growled as he strode toward her.
“You!” she cried. “You’re a dinosaur!”
“Hate to tell you, Little one, but you’d be in big trouble if you came across a dinosaur. We’re scary, not funny. Rawr!” He held up his arms, which were really short since he was in a blow-up T-Rex outfit.
And that just made her giggle more.
Never in a million years had she thought that Tobias, of all people, would get dressed up in a silly outfit to make her laugh.
“I’m gonna get you! Rawr!” He started stomping toward her and she moved onto her feet.
“Oh no!” she cried. “The dinosaur is gonna get me! Don’t hurt me not-very-scary T-Rex!”
“Not-very-scary!” he cried. “Grown men have peed their pants when they’ve seen me, Little girl!”
Uh-oh.
“Don’t talk about peeing your pants!” she cried, holding herself.
Well. This was embarrassing.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. “You have to go potty?”
“Don’t call it going potty, Papa!” she cried.
“What would you call it then?”
“I need to use the bathroom!”
“To go potty. Come with me. It’s over here. Why didn’t you tell me you had to pee before?” he demanded.
“Because I was having fun and I didn’t want to stop.” But now things were desperate.
Immy had always been good at ignoring her own body’s needs and sometimes that didn’t go well for her, like right now.
Tobias attempted to open the door with his claw? Paw? She wasn’t sure what you would call it, but it wasn’t happening.
She started to giggle. “T-Rex Papa! Stop fooling around! Open the door.”
“Not funny, Little girl. You open it.”
She rushed past him and opened the door.
“Keep it open,” he demanded. “I’m coming in.”
She had to giggle as she watched him attempt to get through the door.
“Papa! You’re going to pop the outfit. Wait out there. No dinosaurs allowed in the bathroom. See? There’s a sign.”
There actually was. She was guessing other T-Rex Daddies had attempted to get through the door. And failed.
Tobias was grumbling. “Damn it. Keep it open while you pee.”
Not happening.
She shut the door, ignoring his grumbles. Then she rushed to the toilet and reached under her skirt to pull down her tights and panties. Then she sat with a sigh of relief.
That felt so much better. She’d thought she was going to burst.
After cleaning up, she opened the door and peeked out.
Hmm? Where was the T-Rex?
She moved slowly out. Was he hiding? Was he going to jump on her and eat her?
“Little girl,” a stern voice said from behind her.
Immy screamed and started to run.
“Immy! What are you doing?”
“Don’t eat me, T-Rex!” she yelled as she raced up the climbing wall into the fortress above it. There were guns up here that shot out soft balls. One was loaded and she grabbed it, shooting at him as he stomped toward the fortress.
Huh.
He’d changed out of his dinosaur costume. That wasn’t cool.
“Papa, you can’t come up here!” she cried. “It’s Littles only.”
He put his hands on his hips and dodged a flying ball.
“Little girl.”
“Yes?” she asked.
He didn’t say anything more, just crooked his finger at her, then pointed at a spot in front of him.
Poor Papa. Had he lost his voice? Oh well, if he wasn’t going to talk, then she couldn’t be held responsible for not understanding what he wanted.
Right?
You have to use your words.
Even Papa should know that.
He was looking awfully mad, though. So maybe she should reconsider.
Hmm. Nope.
“Little girl.” He took a step closer.
Bang.
She got him right in the forehead with a bright pink spongy ball.
Oh, she was good at this.
Maybe this was her secret, hidden, super-duper talent! Hitting Papa with spongy balls.
Sure, it wasn’t as good as being able to create spells that would put warts on Lauren’s nose.
But it was close.
“Immy. Here. Now.”
Hmm. Was it a good sign that he’d suddenly worked out how to talk?
Somehow, she was thinking not. She was also thinking that it wouldn’t be a good idea to get down there.
So as he took another step, she shot him in the chest and stomach.
Ooh. That was close to Papa’s ‘special area.’ He seemed to realize that too as he moved a hand to cover himself.