Chapter 120 Daddy's Princess 1
- Elizabeth, or Liz as she was known, had led something of a quiet, charmed life. Now, at age 26, she looked back and was pleased to have had parents that did whatever they could for her. Truth be told, they doted on her. Her mom worked at the local high school and her father worked as a carpenter. Liz had enjoyed good relations with both of her parents, but it was her father that always made her feel safe and loved. They had a special relationship.
- As a child and even until Liz was in her early teens, she and her daddy had the same ritual each day. He'd return home and climb the steps to the front porch where he settled into a big chair. Liz would come bounding out of the house, crawl into his lap and they would both tell the other about their day. Her Daddy would tell her what he'd built that day. Maybe a wall, a deck, a floor, or whatever -- she was interested in whatever he'd built.
- For Liz, her day usually revolved around her friends and school. Such are the days of young children. Most importantly, this was time just for the two of them. Liz aways remembered her father's scent. It was a mixture of after shave -- she never knew the brand -- and the sweat of a hard day's work. The sweet, fruity, spicy smells mixed with the salty smells of a man covered in sweat was a joy for Liz to inhale.