Gandpa’s Journals: My Cupcakes Fantasies, Part 1

It was cold and dark when I awoke to my last day in Oregon. The sun had started its annual migration northward, meaning it was getting colder during the night time as the hours of daylight grew less and less in the high dessert skies. It was now the latter part of September and I had stayed too long with my son and his family and I was starting to fret about making it over the Continental Divide before the first snows fell.

My departure was delayed by my grand daughter, or to put it more distinctly, my growing lust for my beautiful young grand daughter that kept my departure on hold until I felt the coldness of winter coming on and I knew that I had to leave. But her allure made it difficult or nearly impossible to take that first step towards the east, but as I made a solemn vow to meet up with her once again before the year ended, I slowly headed my pickup down the road, pulling my 5th wheel on to my next child’s home in New York.

Driving slow but sure, I slid down the eastern slope of the Rockies as I watched the geese flying south and the foliage turn its unbelievable beauty in the Great Plains. My mind returned to the year’s beginning in Florida and my unintentional peeping on my daughter’s oldest and the consequences that led to our incestuous affair. My, how long ago that seemed from the present and how much I loved my grand daughter’s willingness to allow me to love her in that way. She was so willing to learn, to experiment and to grow in her love. I also remembered my promise to Melinda, the younger of the two, about taking her virginity this next year when I arrive back in Florida in January. The thought of it sent chills of anticipation running through my veins as I fought back the urge to bypass my youngest child’s home in New York and head straight on to Florida.

Then my memories were flooded by my most recent encounters with my “Ugly Duckling” Susan who had turned herself into a lovely swan in every way imaginable right before my very eyes. What a beauty she had become and how we loved each other during the summer months. But now as I head for New York and my next destination, I had hopes of enjoying my time there with my youngest and her daughter.

Of all of my three children, Victoria was my favorite. I know that I’m not suppose to say such things and I do love each one as an individual but there’s something about the love between the youngest little girl and her father that can’t quite be explained. Since she came out of my wife’s womb, I have always had a special place in my heart for Victoria even though she broke it several times in her youth.

My wife and I had decided to quit after we had our second one, a beautiful daughter to join our son. Then in four short years, we made a mistake in timing and had our third, a little girl that stole her father’s heart. I coddled her more than the rest I know and watched and protected her from all evils in the world. But I let down my guard just once and at the age of 15, she became pregnant out of wedlock and we had another mouth to feed.

I could have shot that Son of a Bitch who got my Victoria pregnant and robbed her of a normal, teenage life and I think that I would have but his family moved out of our small town before I got up my nerve. But we adjusted and coped but my Little Cupcake never was the same again. Our relationship was spoiled just like she was and we grew somewhat more distant ever since.

Of all of my children’s homes that I annually visit, I enjoy Victoria’s the least. She used to live in the suburbs about an hour’s train ride into the city, but her boss wanted her closer to her work so they took a flat right down town and now I don’t have anywhere to park my rig when I visit. So I made arrangements to park it at a campground a good two hours out and took a train into the city to stay with Victoria and her daughter Lauren, 12, no she’s now 13 years old.

As the train pulled into the station near her flat, I strained my eyes looking for my daughter and when I finally spotted her, all of my anxieties and fears were washed away and replaced with my father’s love for his youngest daughter. She looked so grown up, standing there in her suit, shouting out to the world that she was a successful woman who didn’t take any crap off of anyone. Her blond hair was cut short framing the curve of her beautiful, soft facial features that sat aglow on her short stature. Her perfectly shaped body exuded proper proportions and as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, I detected a bright smile cross her face as she spotted me coming down off the train.

“Daddy,” she called out to me as I sat down my bags and ran to her with my arms out wide. Meeting her half way, I engulfed her with my hug as I twirled her off of her feet and spun around and around squeezing the life out of my daughter.

“Oh Daddy, it’s so good to feel you in my arms!” she exclaimed as I returned her to the ground. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“I’ve miss you too,” I told her enthusiastically. I took a step backwards to appraise the look of my Victoria and then with a big shit eating grin on my face, gave her another big hug. “Oh Vickie, I’ve missed you too.”

We gathered my baggage, walked to the cab stand and hailed our ride for the few blocks to her flat that she had leased a couple of mouths ago. Arriving a few moments later and climbing to the third floor where the apartment was, we entered the rather small abode as Victoria took off her suit jacket, slipped out of her shoes and walked over to the refrigerator to get us both a drink.

“You’ll be sleeping in Lauren’s room,” she yelled to me, “So you can take your things in there if you want. I have already told her that she had to sleep out on the couch. I hope you don’t mind but she will have to get her clothes and stuff out of her room every morning before she goes to school. This is a tiny apartment I know, but it was all I could afford for now so we just have to make the best of it I guess. Isn’t that what you always told me,” she said walking over to hand me a Rum and Coke. ““Vickie, you’ll just have to make the best of it!”” and gave me a big grin.

She sat down next to me on the sofa and raised her glass and said, “Cheers.” Then curling her legs up on the couch under her, she placed her head on my shoulder and sighed. She waited a few seconds and then said something very strange. “It’s good to have you here, Daddy. I need to have you here right now.”

We sat there talking, drinking and getting caught up on our lives when the front door swung open and in stepped my grand daughter Lauren home from school.