I've never been one to care what people thought of me, but I do wonder. I wonder if they know how much this fulfills my fantasies of all those years, how even holding my daddy's hand in public is such a thrill to me, how much I love playing house with him. I can imagine their faces turning when I tell them that he's my daddy. I can also imagine running home and having the best sex of my life without any secrets. Maybe we'll adopt, and it won't ever have to end. Right now I'm enjoying the moment. Seeing the way that the guy's my husband's age look at me, and him smiling back at them, knowing that they wish they were so lucky. What more does a girl want than a guy who will love her unconditionally forever? Most guys aren't able to do that, my dad wasn't able to love my mom like that, but honestly, neither was I. Every now and then I see a little bit of her coming out in me, and I do my best to hide it, to bury it, to remove it. I try my best to give to him as much as he gives to me. Even if our love wasn't sexual, I'd be the luckiest girl in the world.