Raising Little Tabby Jack Part Two

I knew Tabby couldn’t stay angry with me for long. She loved me as devotedly as I loved her, but I would have to have a heart to heart talk with her about the nature of our relationship soon. When I pulled on my pants and came out of the bathroom I saw it would have to be sooner, rather than later. She was still naked, lying prone on our bed and crying into a pillow. I pounced on her, pinning her to our bed and wrapping her in my arms. “I love you, Princess Tabitha Jackie Moore! Who has dared to upset my beautiful Princess? Your faithful knight will hand you their head!”
Tabby got down to basics rather quick, and far too openly for my own liking. “I was good enough for four rapists and murderers but not good enough for you, Jack? Am I someone else’s used trash now or what?” I could tell this little genius had been formulating her arguments, and I dreaded their effects on me. I rolled off her, thrust my arms toward the ceiling, and pleaded, “Lord, please take me now!”
Tabby wasn’t buying that line of crap, she knows I’m not the religious type, and I was only stalling for time to think. She straddled me, and got right in my face with hers. “Okay, so I’m not a virgin anymore. Yes, I’m still a kid in years, but not in experience. I’ve been forced to do things career prostitutes refuse to do. I am a snuff rape CD that needs overwriting, Jack. I was introduced to sex in the most horrible way anyone could ever imagine, and I desperately need the one man I have been in love with all my life to overwrite those horrid memories with good ones! You are my Godfather, and I was named in your honor. Do you love me enough to make love to me as I’m asking you to do and protect me from my own memories and nightmares?”
What could I say to that? I gave it my best shot. “Darling, as I’ve always told you, you are dearer to me than life itself, and I will kill for you or die for you without hesitation or thought, but you don’t understand what you’re asking of me! I’m twenty years older than you, and I’m a physical and mental wreck. You may be in love with several boys your own age before you reach an age I could legally touch you. Your parents named me your Godfather because they trusted me to always protect you with my life!”
The brat snickered and looked down. My hands were holding her hips and she was sitting naked on my bare belly. I was doing my best to ignore the mind blowing heat from her little pussy and the sight of her delicious looking little breasts and puffy pink nipples. Damn it, I had changed the diapers on this baby girl more times than even I could remember!
She leaned forward onto me and kissed me passionately for a moment, while she purposely rubbed her erect nipples into my chest. “Now tell me you didn’t like that, Jack! Things have changed since my parents named you my Godfather, you’ve been teaching your military tenets to me for thirteen years and one of them is ‘adapt, adjust and overcome’ and I’m asking you to protect me the way I need you to now!” I think I’ve already mentioned Tabby is a strong willed child, haven’t I?
Yes, I’d liked feeling her body on mine, I loved it, but I didn’t dare admit that to her! Instead I told her, ”Be careful with those pointy things you have on your chest, Love, you could poke someone’s eye out.” She laughed, kissed me again, then she bounced off me. She rummaged through my bag and came up with another extra large T-shirt. She wiggled into it, doing much more wiggling than seemed necessary, so I knew it was done for my benefit. “Take me and feed me something, Sir Jack,” she said, “while you think about what I told you your princess needs you to do for her.”
I was beginning to wonder which of us was running this gang. I finished dressing, including a shoulder holster and pistol, then loaded the weapons back into the truck. Tabby stayed within arm’s reach of me the entire time. We got into the truck and I asked her, “What are you hungry for, Tabby?” She thought that over for a minute, then asked, “Could we do breakfast? I’d love some pancakes with lots of butter and syrup.” I knew where there was a good place, but I cautioned her we’d have to rush right in and sit down before anyone noticed she wore only one of my shirts and was barefooted. This put her into Bonnie Parker mode again, because she answered me, “Let’s do it, Clyde!”
I parked near the entrance to the place and we went in fast. Tabby cased the scene quickly and darted into a corner booth with me right behind her. We had gotten away with it, because a girl came to take our orders. Tabby spoke right up to her and ordered pancakes, bacon, and milk. My preference wasn’t on the menu, so I pulled a ten from my billfold and told the girl she’d earn a ten dollar tip if she could bring me two grilled cheese sandwiches, with fried egg, bacon, and tomato on them and coffee. She grabbed the ten, winked at me and headed to the kitchen.
Tabby pinched my arm hard. I asked her, “Hey, what was that for, Shrimp?” She told me, “Doh! That was for flirting, dummy. You already have a woman with you, me!” I couldn’t argue that point, after what the darling had survived that week. Tabby remarked, this seat is cold, Jack!” I had to laugh at that. I told her, “Don’t worry, Doll, your hot little body will have it smoldering within minutes!