I sit anxiously awaiting. It's 9:30 PM, he should be walking in any second. I flip the TV on, I hate when he's late. I turn on my favorite steamy romance. I'm over halfway through when I hear a car door slam. He's here! I feel myself start to moisten. Daddy walks into the living room. He sees me curled up on the couch, I'm wearing my long, very see-through t-shirt and a pair of his boxers, nothing else. He stands in the d...