Jiangnan Xiaoxiao’s Translated Books No. 2
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Hey, I’ve translated another foreign text, so I’ll post it here for you to take a look at and comment on it… Thank you, Mr. Xaoshi, for correcting me. Because it’s a translation, I don’t usually add or subtract anything because it’s “faithful to the original”. However, it’s better for me to make some changes in the translation, so today’s translation will give you a sense of what I’m talking about…
How much should one’s own re-creation be involved in the translation? Can you speak to this question?
(i) Medical guidance
I just turned 29 this year, but I am now a poor widower. My wonderful wife passed away 6 months ago from breast cancer, she left too soon! Leaving me alone to raise our 9 year old daughter, Amy, on my own.
My poor Amy, who hadn’t made much of an impression on her mother yet, was… Fortunately, as a doctor, our family didn’t have too many financial problems, but loneliness surrounded my home like a shadow. Amy and I were dependent on each other, and as time passed, we slowly adapted to life without our mistress.
Amy grew up.
At first, I let her take over almost the whole house and do all the chores, but it didn’t take long for me to realize that it wasn’t fair. Now, we both work together on the chores, except that she has to teach me how to do the laundry and ironing, just like her mom taught her back in the day. Sometimes she gets up before me and has breakfast ready, sometimes I’ll get up before her and I’ll do it. In the evenings, we’d stay home together and cook dinner or make a salad. We also spend the day relaxing and unwinding in the wilderness when we want to go on a picnic.
We shop for groceries together, clean the house together, and organize the yard together too. We also like to play games together, only almost every time she has to lose to me. However, she won’t go to bed until she finally gets a win. We do almost everything together and I don’t know what I could do without her!
She always gives me a sweet smile when I pick her up from school. When I go to bed every night, she always gives me a sweet kiss and says good night to me. She is smart and well-behaved. When I am in a bad mood, her sensitive heart immediately senses it, and that’s when she hands me a cool drink just in time for me to arrive home. If she feels the need, I will guide her in her homework. It wouldn’t be very often, though, because, well, she – my daughter – is smart! She gets straight “A’s” in everything she does, and she excels in every area!
I ask her to be active in extracurricular activities and work out as much as she can. She was already a good player in basketball, and that’s not all, she was also very good at gymnastics. When she’s in her gymnastics uniform, she’s very pretty, and the leotard gives her long, slim figure full expression, and no one could fail to love such a smart and pretty little girl.
She had dark hair like mine, big brown eyes, pink lips, and two dimples when she smiled. Despite all that, she was still just a little girl. She had an upright figure, but with beautiful curves where her pretty little butt was, and her legs were long and bony. It was a real beauty, handsome and smart. I feel blessed to have such a daughter, she is my pride and joy.
She grew and grew to look more and more like her mother, my beautiful and long-dead wife.
Just one day when Amy was 10 1/2 years old, I was reading yesterday’s old news in the paper in the living room when she suddenly walked in.
I looked at her and she looked a little flustered.
“Are you in some kind of trouble? My baby?” I asked.
“Dad~~ I… I… I’m kinda… kinda… I’m in a big trouble!” She said, tears streaming from her eyes.
I took her to my lap and sat down: “Take it easy, speak slowly, what’s bothering you like this?”
“I’ve got a- I’ve got a- I’ve got a- I’ve got a- I’ve got a- I’ve got a- I’ve got a- a lump!” She cried.
“Where?” I couldn’t help but tense up as well.
“It’s… it’s right here.” She said, pointing to her breasts, she lifted up her T-shirt and pointed it out to me: “Look!”
Yeah, yeah, yeah! She was right, there was a small lump on her left breast. I felt it with my hand to be sure. The lump was the size of a glass ball, and it was a little hard to the touch.
I ran my hands over her breasts, and without realizing it, it was kind of soul-crushing. Not once before this time had I ever seen my daughter’s flat, bare breasts. I was fascinated by her nipples, which looked large and round, dark red in color, and at least a quarter of the size of her entire breast, an actual proportion that was too large for her slim figure. Her not-so-flat breasts had risen up into little pockets of flesh, and just inside these pockets of flesh, there was a small hard lump that made her look like her mother who had the biggest nipples in the world!
“Whoa! That hurts!” She moaned, crying again.
I took her into my arms and patted her shoulder and said, “Amy, my honey, there’s nothing to worry about, you’re just growing up, and this ‘lump’ means your breasts are starting to grow. That’s all, nothing more.”
“But… why is it only on one side? And it hurts like this!” She still couldn’t stop crying.
“Listen to me, baby, this is the path that all girls go through as their breasts mature. One breast will often develop a little faster, but don’t worry, the other will catch up soon enough. Do you remember? Back in the last year, you too used to feel a bit of pain in your legs because you were growing up, which is why you’re feeling all puffy and sore there now. Your breasts are growing and under normal circumstances they would feel a little sore at first.”
I felt her start to loosen up in my arms: “Are you worried about cancer? Well, like your mom?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t get any ideas, it’s certainly not cancerous, it’s just your breasts developing.”
“Oh…” She gradually stopped crying.
“Here, feel for yourself.” I took her hand and let her gently feel her ripening breasts.
“A little hard…” she said to me.
“It is now, and it won’t be the same as it is now when you’re a little older.”
She flicked her finger around the other nipple: “Can you be sure this side is okay too?”
I smiled weakly: “Yes, I can be sure!”
So she was relieved. She dropped her t-shirt and I pulled her into my arms, dried her tears, kissed her, and then she went to bed.
That night, however, I couldn’t sleep, her tiny breasts were always in my mind and I couldn’t get them out. I couldn’t help but think of her mother and her firm breasts and beautiful nipples, and I was sure that Amy would grow to look more and more like her mother. The memories made my cock erect and it didn’t take much time before I let myself cum.
Six months later, Amy came to me one day and said she wanted to talk to me about something.
“Dad, why don’t you ever date anyone?”
“Amy, I haven’t met anyone that I like, and there’s no one like your mom.”
“Yes, but don’t you get lonely?”
“It… sometimes. But what makes Dad happy is that you’ll always be there for me, and you make life very good!”
“Oh, Daddy!” She blushed, “But don’t you want someone you can talk to about something important, or do something else together?”
“I get to talk with my coworkers every day, it’s not a problem. And you know, you talk to Dad pretty often too, no matter what it is.”
“Yes, but there’s, there’s… other things?”
“Something else?”
“You know…”
“Wow, I don’t seem to know what you’re trying to say?”
“Hey, Dad! Well… you know… it’s like talking about the ‘sex’ aspect.”
“What?!”
“Sex!”
“What do you know?” I asked, shocked.
“Dad! At school, I already know everything! Don’t you want to? It’s been 2 years since mom died and you never bothered to get a girlfriend in those 2 years.”
My feelings still haven’t calmed down, how do I talk to my 11 year old daughter about sex?
“Well, sometimes it does. Once upon a time I used to care and do a lot, but now it doesn’t matter so much.”
“Why?”
“It… slowly, you get used to not having it, it’s not the most important thing in my life.”
“Wow.”
“Why did you suddenly want to talk to me about this today?”
“I think… okay! I thought maybe I could do something for you so that you could feel a little happier.”
“Wh… what?” I stammered.
How am I going to respond? What should I say now?
“Honey, this… this might be good… it’s just, I don’t want this.”
“Why not?”
“Well… there is, because I am your father. No father and daughter in the world can do that thing together.”
“Why can’t I? I love you, and you love me, and you love mom. I know from my textbooks that sex is important to a couple, so I figured it should be important to you too, and since you don’t have a girlfriend, let me help you.”
“Honey, that’s a kind thought on your part. But number one it’s illegal and I’ll lose my license for it and have to be sent to jail. And you, too, will be given away to be raised. Secondly, my love for you is different than my love for your mom; my love for you is for my daughter, not my girlfriend.”
“I don’t see any difference between having both. Love is love! And I love you, Daddy!”
“It’s hard to tell you, Amy. But they are different, and I don’t think of you in sexual terms.”
“Just because I’m a kid, right?” She asked, disappointed.
“Yes, that’s part of it. Besides, you’re my daughter, that’s how you are in my heart, that’s how I love you.”
“Wow, you’re not offended that I’m asking you these questions, are you?”
“Of course not! You are my baby and the most important in my life. And what you said is showing me your kind heart. Remember, don’t offer your body to someone just because they want you. Sex is marvelous and beautiful, but it must be shared with someone you love.”
“I know, I learned that in school. I’m sorry, Dad, I think I may have gotten you in trouble.”
“No, it’s nothing, it’s quite all right. Where else could I have found a daughter more sympathetic than you, and so level-headed?”
She listened to me with her beautiful smile on her face and her cute little dimples.
I circled her with my arms and hugged her tightly before carrying her to her bed, kissing her and telling her goodnight.
I came up here just now and realized that my unlikeable writing was not so unwelcome, so I am happy to post the section I just turned over first, as a kind of buy-one-get-one-free… Thank you for the responses from a few of you… I felt that the turned-over stuff might be difficult to read if it was left unaltered, so I generally added some wordy touches to the translations.
(ii) Sympathy in the bathroom
Three days after this episode, I was in the bathroom taking a hot shower. I had spent a lot of time at work over the past few days because I had a patient, and now, being able to take a nice long rinse in the hot water was very soothing to my whole body.
I didn’t bother to notice anything, but suddenly I felt something move on my back and I turned around in a hurry. It was Amy! She was naked and behind me scrubbing my back!
“Amy! What are you doing?”
“I’ll wash your back! Mommy used to bathe with you quite often, I saw it all, and I don’t think you can do it by yourself, at least you can’t scrub your own back yay!” She said with a mysterious smile.
Her hot, slippery hands held the soap and massaged it into my back, and I have to admit it made me feel wonderful.
“Okay, but next time it won’t happen again!” I said to her, “Next time I don’t want to meet you here.”
Amy worked hard behind my back, her gentleness and persistence chasing away the day’s labors as my whole body loosened up. I must admit I appreciated her work, but I guess I’ll just have to take it this once.
Now Amy was scrubbing under my ass again, which made me feel good there too. But next, her hand came between my legs with the towel! Her hand gently but firmly reached in, took hold of my scrotum and stroked it.
The muscles in my hips and thighs tightened at the first touch of her hand.
“Oh, that’s enough, let’s stop here.” I told her.
“No, Daddy, it’s your turn to wash my back!” She said as she turned and and passed the towel over her shoulder.
“Okay, let’s get this done quickly.” I grabbed a towel and put some soap on it.
I scrubbed her back, but my eyes moved slowly downward without realizing it… because I was so amazed at what I saw! My child’s body was so slim and at the same time had the same slim curves on her back!
My eyes landed on her ass. Oh, my God! So beautiful! The exercise she’d been doing had given her hips a nice curve, her legs were muscular, her skin was glowing, and her whole body was dimpled.
Without realizing it, I had my hand pressed against her hip through a layer of towel, and it felt so round and soft in my hand!
No! No, I have to stop myself, I stopped, I can’t go on.
Amy was turning her back to me, rubbing herself her back under the rosette head, then tilting her head again, washing her neck. When my hand stopped moving, she looked over… “Daddy!” She exclaimed, looking down at me: “Your cock is sticking up! Oops! You’re so hairy there! Hee hee hee…”
“Jesus!” Before I knew it, my cock was erect, pointing straight at my daughter.
I was so embarrassed that I turned to face the wall, “Oh, this is…” I stammered.
“Does that mean you’ve gotten excited, yes?”
“No… not necessarily. Maybe the water is too hot… let’s dry off and go to bed.”
I tried to move to get out, but Amy was outside of me, and she was moving much faster than I was, her hot, slippery little hand had quickly taken hold of my rod and was squeezing and squeezing it gently.
“Amy!” I screamed, “Don’t do this…”
Before I could finish my sentence, her small hand had taken control of me, and she slowly stroked her soapy hand back and forth over my penis, from the head all the way down to the bottom, then back up and down again, then back up and down again…
Her warm hand flooded my sensitive cock, and I couldn’t help but moan, “Amy… no… you shouldn’t… it’s… it’s… it’s… it’s not… it’s not right… it’s not right… it’s not right… stop… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh, my God! … no… no…”
Her other hand came around from behind me and hugged me, gently stroking my abdomen.
“Are you feeling okay? Daddy?” She asked me in my ear, her voice still childish but sounding seductive at the moment!
My legs trembled and the man almost fell over, no! I’m going to grab the wall, let me stabilize myself!
“Yes… but… we shouldn’t… you can’t…”
“Did I do it right? Dad?”
“Oh! Yes… God!”
The sanity in my head seemed to have slowly flown out of my body, looking down from above the bathroom at what my daughter was doing for her daddy.
“But you… you… shouldn’t… oh! … no… we… oh, God! … Amy… my Amy…”
Amy’s hand was still sliding up and down my erect rod, back and forth. I felt an orgasm building in my scrotum, raging to fill my cock and quickly flow through my entire body.
“Amy… no… oh… please, please stop… you shouldn’t… oh, God! I… I… ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch… here it comes! … Yes, yes! … no… don’t stop! Mou… Mou… Oh, my baby! … yes! Oooh, ha… I’m… I’m… I’m going to ejaculate… ah!”
My cum shot out in a flash, sharp and fast, and I couldn’t help but scream at the top of my lungs as my cock throbbed fiercely.
“God!”
My cum hit the bathroom wall violently, as if the burden was too much, and they jumped happily into the air in a beautiful arc.
My hips spasmed, my body tensed, and intense pleasure filled the bathroom as my cum shot forward, again and again.
It was over and I leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
Amy seemed to have guessed what I needed at this point, and with her soap-covered hand still between my legs, she gently took hold of my scrotum and carefully kneaded it.
“Dad are you feeling okay? Did I do the right thing?”
“Oh, baby…”
Reader, can you tell me what I should do now?
“Wow! Look at all this cum! I never thought they’d be this much!” She exclaimed offhandedly.
Amy wrapped her arms around the back of my waist in an effort to wrap her arms around me: “I love you, Daddy.” She said softly.
I turned over and dropped onto the stool in the inner corner of the bathroom, afraid to look at my little girl.
Amy leaned over, facing me, and sat on my lap, circling her arms around my neck: “You feel good, don’t you? Daddy.”
“It feels amazing, Amy. But you shouldn’t be doing this, we talked about it the other day.”
“I know, but anyway, you’ve done so much for me, and I want to do something for you too. I love you, Dad.”
“I know, baby, I love you too… By the way, how did you know to do this?”
“Not every girl at my school is still a virgin, Dad! Some of the older girls have told us what it’s like. It’s really comforting, isn’t it? Dad?”
“Yes, it was marvelous, arguably much better than I can describe. But we can’t do that again, okay?”
“Yes, Dad.”
When we dried off and got out of the shower, I took care to stop staring at my daughter all the time; I didn’t want any other thoughts creeping into my brain.
I think this should end this way.
(iii) Pre-ceremony communications
It’s been a long time since I’ve been up to Yuan Yuan (not that I don’t want to, but I just can’t get up there), and I’ve always remembered my unfinished articles, as well as a couple of postings that I’d like to read. Yesterday, I came up once, inadvertently saw Bren brother’s “half a life,” very touched, as the netizen’s response said: “Waiting for half a life, finally flow!”
I’ve had some free time in the last couple of days, so I’ll continue the previous post for the occasion.
I hope the blocking of Yuan Yuan’s IP will not cause any harm, perhaps it is a test because now only those hardcore brothers will find a way to come… only unfortunately there will also be quite a number of writers who will not be allowed to enter and will find it difficult to post their articles.
A while ago, seems to have seen the “Decameron” essay again, I hope that this year will be held more successful than the previous two, and I hope that more authors will come up with good articles, the kid is not talented, will try to participate in it.
Anyway, the words have been spoken, and it’s hard to chase after that horse!
A week later, Amy received her first perfect score, a 10, in a gymnastics competition in her competitive athletic career!
When we returned from the race, we were both overjoyed. To celebrate, we immediately prepared to have a party at our house to receive those friends who came to congratulate us.
On Sunday, we were busy together around the house, preparing food and setting up the room.
So easily, everything was ready. I was also exhausted, half due to the exertion and the other half because of the joy in my heart. What makes a dad happier than his daughter achieving success? I sighed with satisfaction and dropped into the couch.
Amy came bouncing over to me in her gymnastics outfit, her luscious curves revealed in the silver and white nylon wrap. I looked at her and smiled slightly and said, “You better change out of your leotard, baby!”
When she heard this, Amy giggled and jumped over to me. She jumped up high, sat on my lap, bent her knees, straddled me, and wrapped her legs around me like a vine wrapping around a tree, making me feel the heat of her body! She jumped up on my lap, bent her knees, straddled me, and wrapped her legs tightly around me like a vine wrapping around a tree, making me feel the heat of her body.
She shouted excitedly, “I won! Dad, you know what? I won!”
I pulled her lovingly into my arms, “You did great, baby. That’s the best I’ve ever seen you do, it was amazing! You’re the best gymnast I’ve ever seen!”
“Oh, Daddy! I’m so happy! I didn’t think I could actually do it and do it so well!”
She leapt on top of me, wrapping her arms around me and squealing with delight.
I still showed a father’s confidence in his daughter: “Yes, but I’m sure you can do it!”
As we were chatting happily, Amy’s body suddenly leaned back and a mysterious smile appeared on her face as she stared at me with her eyes and said, “Daddy! Your penis is getting hard again!”
Immediately I felt a hard bulge in my lower back at some point and pointed straight at her my daughter.
“Whoa! … it seems like it.” I didn’t really want to admit this reality, but I didn’t want to lie to her, so I could only stammer out an explanation.
I pushed her back a little gently and looked down, catching a glimpse of the bulge in my own shorts. At the same time, I also saw my dear Amy, my daughter’s bare thighs, and the hidden place… surrounded tightly by the tights… I was startled, and hurriedly pulled my gaze back.
“DADDY… You’re just as aroused as you were the last time we showered together, aren’t you? No lies!” Amy’s voice became whiny all of a sudden as she slyly asked me.
“Oh,” I cleared my throat unnaturally : “It’s nothing, it’s just that we’re really happy today, and I think my body is just putting my happiness on display!” I smiled at my perfect answer.
“No! I think your excitement is because of me, dear Papa. Don’t you think I do look pretty today?”
I looked into her sly eyes and tried not to move and said, “Yes, Amy, in my mind, you are the most beautiful. However, I don’t think my body created this change for you, it’s impossible, it’s not right…”
“No! No, you do.”
Before I could explain further, she quickly jumped up from me and ran inside her room.
I looked at her back and shook my head a little, feeling a little uneasy in my heart… (iv) A breakthrough in the dark night
I was afraid that something would happen, but it did… That night, I woke up suddenly to find Amy in my bed, and she was straddling me…
“Amy… what are you doing?”
“Dad, you were right about what you said to me once upon a time, and both of my breasts have grown a little more now. Would you like to see them?” She asked me as she pulled a handful of the wide t-shirt off her body without a second thought.
What caught my eye were two breasts that were beginning to develop, still only the size of billiard balls but with a beautiful marble-like color, and at the top of those were two delicate red buds that were already proudly sticking up at me. God! What a sweet sight, it seemed just as I had seen it in my dreams!
“Oh, Amy, why are you letting Daddy read these now?”
“Daddy, they look so small, do you think my breasts look good?”
“Oh, it seems fine… yes… but…” I stammered.
“And do you like them? Daddy?” She asked me innocently.
“Yes, but…” I didn’t know how to say it.
My daughter grabbed my palms and pulled them to her chest, pressing each of my palms to her tender breasts, her green breasts quivered in my palms, and I felt her nipples slowly push up in my palms.
Seeing that I was silent, Amy pressed her hand harder against my palm so that I could get closer to those little white doves on her chest.
She tilted her head back and gently closed her eyes, “What a wonderful feeling! My good father. Ever since you taught me, I’ve always thought about when I could let you touch my breasts again. Do you still like them? Daddy.”
I marveled in my mind, God!
Her small breasts felt soft and smooth to me. Her hard nipples in my hands made me feel as delicate and round as if I were holding small pebbles. My palms soothed her breasts, making me feel her breath.
I took a breath and admonished myself that I had to remain calm.
“Yes, Amy, I like your breasts. They’re very nice.” After saying that, I tried to pull back my hand: “Now, let’s go back to…”
I drew my hands back, but she flew and pulled my palms to her breasts once more, pressing them down, catching them in her own hands and massaging them gently.
“Does it feel good? Daddy. Please, harder, touch my chest!”
Things were slowly getting out of control and I couldn’t stop anymore as I massaged her firm breasts and felt her nipples harden even more.
Amy dropped my hand and gently pulled me toward her breasts and said to me in a thirsty voice, “Suck on my tits Daddy. Okay?”
No! I can’t do this! This is my daughter! It’s not right… But what I was thinking was one thing, and what I was seeing was another, and as if I was no longer in control of my own body, my eyes were mesmerized by what I was seeing.
The pure, girlish scent and her cherry red nipples mesmerized me, making my cock grow even more erect, and on nights like this, I seemed to be lost.
Her smile captured me completely and I threw my arms around her and pulled her into my arms. I buried my head against her thin chest, kissing her breasts and kissing her chest. More than anything, I couldn’t resist the charm of the nipples, they reminded me of her mother, small but just as wonderful as her mother.
I licked the two delicate red buds back and forth, making them stand up again and again under my caresses as pleasure coursed through Amy’s body like a river.
“Whoo! Dear Daddy!” I heard her moan.
I sucked her nipple into my mouth and sucked hard like a hungry baby, opening my mouth even more to lick back and forth around the breast. I worked my tongue, trying to please my little girl. I caressed each nipple for quite a long time before I relented and moved on to the next.
Amy moaned and moaned under my touch, and her hips rubbed restlessly against my stomach. My cock got even harder, almost poking out of my panties.
Amy slowly turned, drew back a leg, and lay down beside me, using her hand to turn my head toward her so I could continue to taste her sweet-smelling nipples again.
At that moment, I suddenly felt a rush of hot blood as her hand caught my already hard cock, held it in her hand, and squeezed it back and forth. Her hand moved to my waist and slowly removed my shorts, gently pulling my cock out so that she could fully grasp it. Her fingertips brushed over my glans, moved down to the spring sack, found two small round balls and began to gently rub them.
“Oooo… Oooo…” I couldn’t even hear what I was mumbling, as pleasure filled my foggy brain along with her swollen nipples.
At that moment, she lowered her head and pressed her mouth against her hand, the hand that was stroking my cock, breathing hot air. And to top it off, she tongued the glans that was peeking out of the tiger’s mouth, causing my horse’s eye to marr.
My orgasm came quickly as I pulled my cock out of her hand and fired it hard into her breasts.
“Oooo… Amy…” I whimpered, “My God! Hiss… hiss… mmm… mmm… ah…”
My roar broke the dark night along with the firing of my cum. My daughter gripped my cock faster, pumping in rhythm with it until the last drop of cum was squeezed out and landed on her white chest.
As my cock slowly softened, she moved up and wrapped her arms around me, gently kissing my chest with her lips and rubbing her body on top of mine.
“I love you, Daddy!” She whispered in my ear before I could breathe calmly.
“Emiya…” I moaned, not knowing what to think in my head.
“I know what you’re trying to say, dad!” She interrupted me: “I shouldn’t be doing this, but, you’re my dad. Dad! I love you! It makes you feel good, and it does, and I love holding your cock and doing it for you! Oh, do you feel that? Your penis has gotten so hard with excitement, it’s sticking up! What a wonderful night, my heart is pounding with excitement as you suck on my breasts! Is it good? O Daddy! Let me love you! I’m going to serve you and I’ll never tell anyone!”
I turned my face to face her beautiful, delicate torso, and I sighed, knowing that I could no longer lie and resist her temptation, no, it should be no longer resist the temptation in my own mind.
“Oh Amy, I no longer know if this is right or wrong. But you’re right, you’re a beautiful little girl now, and I love you and your body so much. What you did for me tonight was actually what I wanted to do! And you made me feel so happy, indeed, I haven’t felt this way in a long time, since your mother died… I admit, I do need sex. I admit, I need you!”
“Oh, poor sweet papa!” She sighed happily, stroked my face, and laughed pleasantly.
We were both a little exhausted, so we fell asleep with our arms around each other and cuddled together.
Early the next morning, I sucked on her nipples to wake her up, and the first thing she did as soon as she woke up was catch my cock and send me to heaven.
The event immediately became a nightly ritual as usual, with my sweet little girl coming to comfort Daddy’s cock each night and flying with him to the peak of pleasure.
My fascination and dependence on Amy was growing rapidly with each passing day and night. I loved her little breasts and the pleasure I felt with her. Although we hadn’t done a little more for a while, I didn’t think that day would be too far away.
It will come one day, and I will take full possession of my daughter’s body.
I look forward to this day…
(to be continued)