My First Daddy [part two]

As Chris and I leave the bar, it starts pouring with rain. Instead of putting his jacket on, he holds it over my head. "There's a taxi over there" I point. He wraps his coat right over me and holds me while we walk quickly towards the taxi. As I reach for the door, he… Continue reading My First Daddy [part two]

My First Daddy [part one]

I check my phone one last time before getting out the taxi. I'm definitely in the right place according to Google maps. I almost forget to pay the fair, I'm so used to using Uber in the city. This is it, The Bar, hardly an exciting name for... a bar. "That'll be £5.80 please doll"… Continue reading My First Daddy [part one]