A Pleasant Mistake Read Free Page A

Dad and I chatted as comfortably as ever. I had no idea how
a daughter seduces her father.
    My mobile pinged indicating a text. Dad
smiled, I apologised.
    It was from mum, 'be yourself - forthright
and sweet. I love you.'
    Dad like a gentleman did not ask any
questions about the text.
    We were treated to a wonderful dinner. The
polish gentleman in charge of scuba diving came and said hello and
assured us that his was one of the safest outfits in the world.
    We finished our long six-course dinner late.
Chef joined us for a drink. He brought us gift of small packet of
crushed flowers, "Mr. Cuthbert these flowers are supposed to
augment passion if taken as tea but with a beautiful lady like Mrs.
Cuthbert no man needs any stimulation."
    I clasped my tiny hand over my dad's huge
hand. He stopped mid-word, I and giggled like a young wife, "Thank
you for your kind gift and words Mr. Abraham."
    Daddy hastily added his thanks. Chef stayed
with us for a drink and then excused himself. We had cognac and my
daddy made me talk. My father excelled in bringing out people. I
expounded on all that had interested me and he interrupted with
timely witty comments and sometime biting humour.
    The model walked in with three men of
varying age. I nudged daddy and he discretely turned and noted what
I wanted him to see.
    "Dad, don't you find that girl beautiful.
She is so slim and svelte unlike me with all fullness and big
curves?"
    "Caro, I do not know how a man declares a
woman beautiful or not. As I get to know someone better the person
keeps on looking more beautiful or handsome to me. If you were more
interested in the size issue then I do feel concerned about the
health of these girls. If they are fit and healthy they can be any
size they wish to," daddy said in an even heavy baritone that sends
shiver up my spine.
    "However, I tend to compare the beauty of a
woman based on the only woman I have loved, your mother. Now let's
drop this otherwise I shall start missing your mother, " dad shook
his handsome big head and a big beautiful smile lighted his
face.
    I tingled inside if daddy loved my mum so
much then on this island there was only one girl who was similar
and in fact looked like her. I was competing with myself.
    We strolled along the beach bare feet. I
hung on my dad's massive arm and stroked his hairy forearm with my
fingers softly.
    We reached our suite and I did not want to
let go of my dad's arm. When daddy looked at me inquiringly I shook
my head and created a sound like ''unn uun". I did that when little
mum tried to pry myself out of daddy's lap.
    Daddy laughed and picked me up in his arms
holding me around my round soft waist and kissed me on the tip of
my nose, "I love you Caro."
    I giggled and kissed my dad back on his
nose.
    "Caro, you take the master bedroom and I
will take the second bedroom," Dad offered.
    "Mr. Cuthbert, how will it appear to your
hosts if Mrs. Cuthbert sleeps in separate bedroom?" I stood with my
hand on my hips - 'tea pot ' position and tapped my foot on the
floor.
    Daddy laughed again and said, "Well, you had
your chance. Don't complain if your old dad snores and keep you
awake."
    I giggled and punched my dad in his stomach
playfully. I was quite happy to be kept awake, if my dad chose to
do so. He could keep me awake as long as he made me scream like he
made mum shriek. I would stay up and watch him snore, that would be
so romantic
    "Daddy do you want to go for a dip," I
suggested. Our suite had a personal stretch of beach with a
platform that sloped gradually into the sea. It was ideal to just
sit and dangle your feet in water or run wildly in to the
waves.
    Dad liked the idea and started to move
towards the bathroom. I held his arm, "Daddy, Mr. Cuthbert cannot
keep going to bathroom to change. Mrs. Cuthbert is quite happy to
change in his presence. Moreover, we do not need any bathing suits.
This is private only for us."
    I suspected Daddy blushed but smiled and
started to take his shirt off. I