As he walked back into the bedroom he noticed how nice everything looked. The bed had sheets and a bed spread that were designer made and the walls were perfectly painted. There was a dresser with a mirror on it and Paul's first look in that mirror was at himself. He was a man in his mid thirties with a slightly receding hairline. His eyes were a dark green that almost penetrated when he would look at some people. He didn't have a hard face, but he had lived a pretty hard life. Always before he had ended up with some woman in a hotel far seeder than even the place he lived at. Paul was in generally pretty good health for a man who went around town selling insurance to those who really didn't want to buy it.

The dresser had a few items on it, a mans watch and a class of '89 ring as well. Paul felt his heart start beating faster, the ring and the watch were not his which meant that he had ended up sleeping with a married woman. Paul groaned again and this time not from the headache in his head. He looked around the room trying to find his clothes from the night before. They were nowhere around. He went into the closet figuring that maybe the woman he had slept with the night before had hung them up. Yet why she hadn't woken him was beyond him!

All that there was in the closet were a whole lot of neatly pressed suits and about six really nice dresses that were far too small even for most adult women. Paul pushed that aside as he realized that his clothes must have been taken off downstairs. He stopped looking around the room and wondered why the hell the woman he had slept with hadn't woken him in the morning! It was nearly seven-thirty now! He walked back into the bathroom and grabbed the first robe he saw, a large mans robe that was tinted green and was heading towards the bedroom door when a knock came to the door. "OH SHIT!" He thought in the back of his head.

A soft musical voice said, "Daddy aren't you up yet?"

With his heart beating very quickly Paul started towards the window that led out of the house. The window was up on the second story and the only way down was a straight fall. He groaned and was about to try to open the door when the bedroom door opened and he turned back to it to see a little girl of about nine years in age standing there dressed in her night clothes. She looked at him and he said, "Uh. . .um. . ."

She walked into the room a little and said, "So you are up daddy! We're going to be late for school!" Paul almost felt his jaw drop. Had she really just called him. . .daddy? He took in the little girl. She could have easily been anyone's daughter, except she did have the same large dark green eyes that he had. There were a few slight facial features that made her out to be from the same family as him as well. She wore a purple shirt with all kinds of different flowers on it that went to the top of her waist and a pair of purple shorts that were of the same make as the shirt that stopped at slightly above the middle of her thighs. The little nine year olds hair was dark brown and hung down to the middle of her back with a few slight curls towards the ends. She stepped closer to him concern on her face suddenly as she said, "A-are you okay daddy?"

Paul managed to speak, "Y-yeah I'm okay. I'll be down in a minute." The young girl nodded and turned leaving the room. Paul's eyes roamed over her backside taking in the shape of her small rounded bottom before she closed the bedroom door behind her. She had called him daddy! What the hell was going on! Was it some kind of game? Had he been set up by this woman and her daughters? Paul held his head and sighed deeply before heading toward the closet. He looked at some of the suits and noticed that they were the right size for him. The dresses looked like they would fit on the nine year old that he had just seen, she was about four feet tall.

He found some underwear and put that on along with one of the casual suits and headed out of the bedroom. Paul figured the best thing to do was see this girl off to school and then he would find out what was going on and get back to his own apartment and his own life. As he walked into the kitchen Paul got another shock, standing there pouring a bowl of cereal was another girl about nine years in age. She had light honey brown hair and her eyes were a dark blue, but her nose was a small perfectly shaped nose so much like his own. She had fuller lips than her sister as well. This girl was dressed in a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt that was tucked into them. Her hair was more straight than curly and had been pulled back behind her ears.

When he walked in she turned and said, "'morning daddy!" Paul nodded and when she hugged him he hugged her back gently holding her. A second later the first girl appeared dressed just as her sister except their shirts were different colors. The two girls ate their bowls of cereal and as they were finishing the honey hair colored girl said, "Don't forget daddy Madison's got softball this afternoon down at the park so you gotta pick her up." ......(cont)