I saw her, auburn hair a beacon, browsing the bookshelf marked ‘Supernatural.’

“Hello, Baby Pumpkin.”

She started, then twisted towards me, her face lit by a broad smile.

“Oh, Daddy, you surprised me.”

“Come.”

I grasped a hand and led her through the shop.

Outside was autumnal, grey and murky, with a fine drizzle. I opened my umbrella, and we walked beneath it to a nearby railing.

We turned, facing each other, her generous breasts pressing into my chest.

“I want you, Daddy. I want you to fuck me.”

My heart leapt, and sheltered by the umbrella, we kissed.