Daddy has a poker night every week. He has all of his friends come over, they drink, smoke cigars, and just have a great time. He’s always had a poker night every since I can remember. I used to pretend I was asleep and sit in the hall and listen. They would talk about all these dirty things. I knew somethings they were talking about, some I didn’t, but, as I got older I learned.
As I got older, daddy let me stay up later and sit with them. I would giggle at some of the dirty things they would say. Just sitting there, in daddy’s lap, with my sleep shirt on, and he would teach me poker, rub my legs, kiss me, tell me what a good girl I was.
