Date: Mon, 20 Nov 2023 17:01:17 +0000 From: Candyman Subject: Sweet Candy - chapter 2 This is chapter two of my first story on Nifty. It contains themes of bisexuality and incest. If you don't want to read it now would be a good time to leave. It's all made up of course. Thanks for all the great comments - keep them coming. I'll defo be submitting more. If you like these stories please donate to Nifty at https://donate.nifty.org We got to the house about mid day after stopping for groceries and McDonalds. I told Candy to explore the house and choose a bedroom while I put away the groceries and set the laundry going. Bugsy followed her and I heard a constant chatter and the occasional 'wow' as they moved around from room to room. My late wife and I had this house built at a time when we were planning to have a family. Her premature departure scuttled those plans and I had thought about moving in to something smaller but there were many parts of the house that she had designed & furnished so I'd never really got motivated enough to do it. It was a large two story house, although pretty average for the upmarket suburb, with five bedrooms, four bathrooms, large open plan kitchen slash dining area feeding in to one of two living areas, and a large den for my writing. The three car garage included a large laundry alcove with commercial sized appliances. Outside there was a pool, which I used often, a rose garden and about an acre of lawns, trees, and other gardens. The houses on each side were similar and contained an older couple on the northern side and a family of five on the south. The three houses were far enough away to maintain decent privacy and some eco style fences helped with that. Candy appeared in the garage just as I had loaded and set the washing machine. "I've chosen my room", she declared excitedly. She grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs and to the big room on the left, which just happened to be my bedroom. "This one", she stated with a matter-of-fact face. "Why am I not surprised", I replied. Still hand in hand I took her in to the room down the hall, which was pretty much a mirror image of mine. It had a queen sized bed, walk in wardrobe and enough room to fit an entire lounge suite. The spacious en-suite bathroom had a double size shower with four jets, a triangular spa bath, twin vanity unit, toilet and bidet. This room, matching my own room except for subtle differences in the wardrobe, was designated for guests or children, whichever came first. Guests had indeed stayed here, but the children wish never happened. "This room should do you Candy", I said. "But I want to be with you", she moaned. "You can visit my room any time you want sweetheart, but you are going to need this room as your own." I gestured at the walls as I said "You can put posters of pop stars and Disney Princesses on the walls." "Yuck." We walked behind the bed into the wardrobe, "You can fill up this wardrobe with pretty dresses and shoes", then into the bathroom. "OK, a bit 'overkill' but you're going to have a lot of girly fun when you have friends for sleepovers". Back out in the bedroom now I said "We'll furnish this room any way you want and we can change things any time you want. You'll need a desk and a computer for doing homework and we'll replace this stuffy old lounge suite for something pink. Or yellow. Or whatever you choose." We sat on the bed and I put my arm around her. "What do you think sweety?" She cuddled in to me and replied quietly "I haven't got any friends Daddy. And I've only got a few clothes". I felt for her. This was probably all too much for her to take in but I was sure she would get used to it very soon. "Remember I said we'll go shopping for clothes tomorrow Candy? Well I meant it. We'll fill that wardrobe with all the clothes that you want. And if you don't choose enough I'll choose some for you. And as for friends sweety -- I guarantee that in no time at all you will meet many wonderful kids your age and they will all be your friends. Put that thought aside. And besides, you've got me." We stayed like that on the bed for a while and I could feel her head moving around sporadically to take in different views of the room. Eventually she smiled up at me and said "This room will be adequate. Thank you Daddy". "That's my girl", I replied as I gave her an extra squeeze. I left her to continue exploring the house while I nipped next door to the house to the south of mine and sought out Karen, the mother. I explained what had transpired over the last two days (only two days!) and she dragged me back to my house to meet Candy. They seemed to get on well, as I knew they would. Karen is a lovely lady and fantastic mother to her three kids. I was under no illusion that raising a teenage girl on my own would be challenging and I was hopeful that Karen would there for me in times of, well, 'difficulty'. She went home again after insisting that we have dinner with them that night so that Candy could meet Sarah, who at ten was the same age as Candy, Brad (11) and Julia (14). About an hour later we had a knock on the back door. It was Sarah, who apparently couldn't wait until dinner time to meet her new friend. I introduced them, offered them both some juice and cookies and left them in the living room to get to know each other. I hovered in the distance as they chatted about ten year old girl stuff (school, boys, Tay Tay) and soon they were on the move to Candy's new room. Again I hovered and at one stage overheard Candy telling Sarah "Mike's taking me shopping for some clothes and things tomorrow". "Cool". And then she asked her "Is Mike rich?" to which Sarah replied "Probably. Everybody else in this neighborhood is". That surprised me but it wasn't something that I'd thought much about. Before we had the house built I'd made enough money to pay cash for it, which made me feel good at the time, but since Mary's death the whole thought of wealth had no meaning to me. I pumped out a few good books since then and my accountant, who was well aware of my indifference, had stashed and invested my earnings for me. I recall him telling me I could retire any time I wanted and live in luxury for the rest of my life without having to write another line. Whatever. So on reflection I suppose I was what Candy would refer to as 'rich', but it's all subjective really isn't it. Anyway I had no plans to throw away my typewriter so I guess we could call ourselves "financially secure'. At about three o'clock the two girls found me in the garage and Candy said "Sarah wants me to go back with her to their house now. Is that alright Mike?" "Um, sure I suppose so. Is your Mom still home Sarah?" I asked and she replied 'yes'. "Ok, well ask her to give me a call when she wants me there, will you please". "Oh she said come over when ever you want and that we'll eat about 6.30." And off they went, taking part of me with them. I'd spent the last 48 hours totally absorbed in Candy and suddenly she was gone. 'Get over it, fool', I told myself. I fluffed around home trying to occupy myself and at 4.30 thought it a respectable enough time to go over, so armed with a bottle of wine (not needed but polite) and with Bugsy in tow casually wandered next door. Candy & Sarah saw me coming and waved from un upstairs window, probably Sarah's bedroom, and Karen welcomed me at their back door as soon as I stepped on the porch. Bugsy parked himself on the porch where he would stay for the duration. We'd both been here numerous times before. "Well they seem to have hit it off", she declared as she ushered me inside. We drank coffee and talked about a few practical things that I needed to know. I told her we would be shopping tomorrow, which she already knew, and she told me that she would ask Julia to accompany us as she knew all the local girl shops and often took Sarah shopping. Sarah would probably want to come as well and I must have looked a bit daunted by this because Karen said "Don't worry Mike, leave it all to Julia. She will be all over this." Jonathan (the father) arrived home from his Dentistry clinic about 5.30, We had a beer and some man talk until Karen gathered us all together for dinner of Lasagne and salad. Julia was more than happy to go shopping with us tomorrow and of course Sarah wanted to be there as well. Karen asked Brad, tongue in cheek, if he wanted to come and he just rolled his eyes and grunted, which got a laugh all round. The only conversation at the dinner table was shopping and by the end of the meal thay had concocted a mental list of things Candy would need, some of which I certainly hadn't thought of. A few shops were chosen and a route was duly planned commencing at 9am. Karen reminded Julia to keep the items 'age appropriate' a couple of times. It looked as though my role in the day's activities would to drive, carry and pay. Perfect. After dinner Candy, Bugsy and I toddled back home and she kept her hand out of mine until we could no longer be seen from their house. Once inside she leapt into my arms and planted a big kiss on my lips. I gave her a hug before carrying her into the living room and sitting us down on a big sofa where we immediately got into a cuddling embrace. "Well, what do you think?" I asked. "I like Sarah. We are in the same year at school and our birthdays are only three days apart". We had already established that Candy would be due to start 5th grade in September so this was great news. Hopefully we could arrange it so they were in the same class. This would be so good for Candy's confidence in her new environment. "We should get to bed early. We've got a big day tomorrow", I said. "OK", she replied without moving so I made the move for us and walked Candy with me around the house locking up and turning lights off. We got to her room where I sat on her bed and stood her in front of me so I could indulge in my new favorite pastime -- undressing her. I kissed her hair then her mouth before slowly removing her t-shirt. I just as slowly pulled down her shorts so she could step out of them. She stood there in her panties and I hugged her in to me like that. "I want you to stay in your panties tonight sweetheart", I said. "Why?" "Cause I really like you in panties. But first", I said as I picked her up, "I need you to mess up this bed a little". I threw her onto the bed and encouraged her to bounce on it like a trampoline. I pulled back the covers and messed up the pillows then wrestled with her until I was laying on top of her. Then I scooped her off the bed and roughly returned the covers to their original position. "There we are, one slept-in bed". I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder like a cave man would and, as she giggled and squealed in protest, carried her back to my cave. I placed her gently on my bed and she got her own back by messing it up and trampolining it like she'd done in her room. I whipped my clothes off and dived on her, covering us up with the quilt as I did, and we fell into a frantic kissing and touching session. Like the previous night we attacked each others' private parts with gusto but this time I had the added bonus of playing with her panties. Strange, I know, but such was my affliction with little girl panties. I was once again in heaven but it didn't take long for her to slide these off herself and mount me. We made love slower than last time (was that only this morning?) and again we came simultaneously before falling into a peaceful sleep. Morning came around again and began with a sleepy blow job before I took her into the bathroom to teach her how to use the super shower. We had some fun with all four jets running at once and made it out with plenty of time for me to dress my doll, brush and pig-tail her hair (she had to teach me how), dress myself, and get us some breakfast. Sarah arrived just after 8am and the two girls talked excitedly about the upcoming day while I tidied up and got the car out of the garage. Julia arrived about a half hour later and off we went. We visited four different stores in five hours and although it started slow (Candy was not used to power buying) we managed to get the pace up and came away with about thirty items per store. By the time we got to the fourth store a routine had been established where the three girls would head straight to the dresses aisle and load up with as many different designs as possible then trudge their load off to the fitting room. I would go to the sales counter to placate the suddenly alert shop assistants before wandering round the store selecting further items that Candy might wear, some of which went straight to the counter and the others to the fitting room. Occasionally Julia would rush out into the store for a size change or a look for more items. If the store had shoes I'd get the assistants to line up a selection and once Candy was done in the fitting room she would try them on with Julia's help while Sarah and I would cart the chosen items to the checkout. The fourth store was next door to a sushi bar so we sat in there munching away on salmon and seaweed while we went through a checklist. We had done well and it was decided that a trip to Walmart would be a good way to end the shopping expedition. And so it was that after filling a shopping trolley with further 'accessories' we made it home and had the car unloaded into Candy's room by about 4pm. I got out juice and cookies for us all and thanked Sarah and Julia by way of a shopping voucher each from the most up-market store we had visited. After the girls left Candy & I spent the next hour or so unpacking the new clothes. We hung up her 32 new dresses, slotted 14 pairs of shoes in the shoe racks and did a good job at filling shelves and drawers in her huge walk-in wardrobe with shirts, blouses, skirts, shorts, skorts (that's a new one on me), long pants, jeans, leggings, tights, jackets, undies, and other stuff that women call 'accessories'. We finished up and stood there looking at her no-longer-empty wardrobe. "Now you have to choose a pretty dress to wear out tonight sweetheart", I said. She looked puzzled as she replied "Where are we going?" "We'll go out for dinner to a flash restaurant so I can show you off." She chose a white dress with a floral design in reds and pinks. It was made of chiffon layers, had short sleeves and went down below her knees. She called it a 'maxi dress' and she quickly tried it on for my approval. This was going to be a good night. We showered together in her room without having sex, although there was plenty of touching and holding. I dried her off nice and slow before slipping her into a new pair of full brief white cotton panties and brushing her hair out. I left her to finish dressing while I went off and changed into a stylish shirt & trousers outfit. We met up back in her room just as she was applying a hint of make up and perfume that had somehow made it into her Walmart trolley. She stood in front of me and gave me a twirl which took my breath away. The dress was magnificent. For footwear she had chosen a pair of short brown leather boots with no socks and her long wavy unstyled hair flowed naturally with just a touch of 'straggly'. She looked stunning and I told her so as I gave her a hug. Then I magically produced a small necklace I had selected earlier that was made up of small multi-colored beads with a sterling silver heart at the centre. The beads were predominantly white, yellow and various shades of pink. I had also bought a similar one that had blues instead of pinks -- just to cover the bases. "What about a jacket in case it gets chilly", I asked, and she showed me a short bodied long sleeved denim item she had already chosen. I had booked a table at Lemaire for 7pm and we arrived a bit early. Candy was clearly awestruck over the unabated elegance of the Jefferson Hotel and it's Lemaire restaurant. Her eyes were everywhere and to be fair there was a lot to take in. As I dined here often I greeted the Maitre 'd by first name. "Hi Sam". "Good evening Mr Stark. Let's see", she replied, checking her booking sheet. "Table for two? Right this way". She took our jackets then led us through the main dining room to a window table overlooking Franklin St. As a reasonably famous writer my face was known in Richmond social circles so inevitably people were looking at us. We reached the table and I pulled Candy's chair out for her. Once she was seated I sat opposite her, Sam gave us menus, delivered a carafe of water then left us alone for a while. Candy was very nervous but was trying to look cool. I reached over and took her hand and said "You're doing well Candy. What do you feel like eating?, I'm having steak." We ordered a couple of appetizers for her and an appetizer and steak for me, and Shirley Temples to drink. While we were waiting we were visited by a woman I knew reasonably well. I stood as I greeted her with a polite peck on the cheek. "Hello Francis. How are you doing?" "Hi Mike. Nice to see you. Tom and I just sat down when we saw you walk in." She pointed back in to the restaurant and I saw her husband Tom. We nodded a greeting at each other and he held his hands up briefly as if to say 'sorry, I told her to leave you alone'. "And you must be Candy", she said as she held her hand out for Candy to shake. "My name is Mrs Bolton but you can call me Francis", she said with a genuine smile. "And that rude man over there is Tom". "What a pretty dress." Candy shook the hand and said "Thankyou Ma'am." Francis stood there smiling for a few awkward seconds before saying "Well you two have a lovely evening" and turned to walk back to her table. "How did she know my name?" Candy asked quietly as Francis walked away. I shrugged and offered "Gossip spreads fast in Richmond". We talked about the shops we'd visited, items she'd bought and items she hadn't bought (socks for one) until our meals arrived. As usual the food was delicious. We ate slowly and occasionally Candy would think of something else she'd forgotten but none of it was vital so I told her we would just pick things up as we thought of them. Tomorrow, Sunday, was going to be a day at home. We left the restaurant at about 9pm and again ran the gauntlet of glances from society faces. No big deal, I was used to it but it occurred to me that Candy might find this tough. I'd have to talk her through this at some stage. We drove home with occasional chat and when I pulled up in the garage I found Candy had fallen asleep. She awoke when I switched the engine off. "Who's a tired little girl?" I asked. "Me". We went up to her room and I lifted the dress over her head, walked her into the bathroom and suggested she wash the make up off (what goes on has to come off), and brush her teeth. While she did that I went into her wardrobe and found a cute yellow PJ set I'd selected for her at one of the stores. The sleeveless crop top had a big cartoon icecream printed on the front and it came with matching yellow & white striped loose short shorts. She came out of the bathroom and I helped her out of her panties then into her PJs which looked a size too big for her but maybe they were designed like that for comfort. I gave her body a gentle rub down outside her new PJs then slid the bed covers back for her to climb in. "Are you going to sleep with me Daddy?" she asked sleepily. "Sure", I replied. "I'll go and get changed and brush my teeth and I'll be right back." She smiled as I left her room giving her a little wave. I waited outside her room for a few minutes and when I poked my face back through the doorway, sure enough, she was fast asleep. I slept on my own for the first time in four nights and woke in the morning to you-know-who climbing in beside me and cuddling in. "Good morning sweetheart", I said. You tricked me", she replied without conviction. "Well I came back to your room but you were fast asleep and I didn't want to wake you", which wasn't really lying. We cuddled and dozed together and eventually our hands started waking up. I was wearing satin boxer shorts which I liked to sleep in and as Candy reached in through the fly opening I felt up her loose fitting pajamas. They were made of a very soft cottony fabric and I could easily feel her hardening nipples through her top. I reached down and massaged her exquisite little bottom through the fabric which of course led me round the front to her pubic area and tiny slit. We played with each other like this for a while until I felt her scooching down the bed for some closer attention. I changed her direction slightly twisting her around so that we ended up with her on top of me in a 69 position. "Let's try this", I said as moved aside the loose leg opening of her Pjs and lapped my tongue up and down her slit. She responded with a giggle before taking my knob into her mouth. In no time at all we were both oozing our love juices and slurping each other up. Again I was revelling in the sweet taste and aroma of her child pussy and wondered fleetingly if I could bottle it. I paused the proceedings to remove her PJ pants, which wasn't that easy from the position we were in, then went back in without the fabric interference. We sucked and licked and slurped at each other until I felt her little tweeny body start quivering and shaking. She kept my cock in her mouth as her orgasm flowed through her and soon enough I let loose my load which, because of the depleted volume due to recent higher than normal ejaculation rates, she managed to swallow all of. We licked each other up before I twisted her back round so that we could kiss, tasting ourselves from each other's mouth. I got up briefly to start the spa bath running, which would take about fifteen minutes to fill, and came back into the bed for more cuddling and kissing. When I guessed it was ready we got out of bed and undressed each other of our remaining clothing. She told me that she had never been in a spa pool before. I poured some bath salts into the tub, tested the temperature, and we both hopped in. I sat back into the one of the corners while Candy, being quite small, was able to float around in the rest of the space. I turned the jets on and she squealed as she got pushed around by the force of the water so I took her hands in mine to steady her. We played in the tub for about an hour which mostly consisted of Candy trying out all the jets and features. She was so cute lining various parts of her anatomy up with the rushing water. I got out when I felt my skin wrinkling up and dried off while Candy enjoyed having the full space to herself. I found my boxers, put them back on, and sat on the edge of the tub watching Candy and listening to her babbling on things. I wasn't really listening, just enjoying the view. Eventually I reached in and pulled the plug out and Candy stayed in until all the water was gone. I remember doing that myself as a child on the odd occasion I'd have a bath. I remember the sensation of the water slowly disappearing and leaving your skin all tingly. She finally hopped out of the empty tub and I dryed her slowly while she stood there for me. I walked her back to her room and into the wardrobe for her to choose something to wear. Of course we started with a dive into her now abundant supply for a fresh pair of panties, blue this time, which I felt duty obliged to help her in to. She stood looking at her row of dresses, flicked through a few, and chose a light sea-green sleeveless number that flaired at the waist. It was like a long vest with a skirt attached. It was also quite short, covering her panties respectably enough but showing off her beautiful skinny legs. "You like?", she asked as she gave me a twirl. "Definately. You look beautiful in it. In fact you look beautiful out of it as well". She gave me a playful hit and called me a dirty old man. Fair enough. I admit it. I grabbed her hairbrush, sat her on my lap with me on the sofa, and brushed her hair until it was draped nicely down her back. "Let's have some breakfast", I finally announced. After breakfast we took Bugsy for a walk around the neighborhood where we exchanged greetings and introductions with a few other dog owners and casual walkers. I knew all these people and now Candy was getting to know them too. We spent the rest of the morning at home. I told Candy that I was keen to see some more of her new clothes so we went up to her room for a bit of a fashion show. She selected a few dresses from the wardrobe and brought them out to the bedroom seating area where of course I was happy to help her into and out of the outfits. After the dresses were tried on and paraded I helped her put those back in the wardrobe. Next we tried some combinations of skirts, tops, leggings, tights and shorts, which gave me more opportunities to touch her over and under her new clothes. I browsed through her collection and found leotards and swimsuits, which we finished with. I helped her get her panties off before holding a pink leotard ready for her to climb into.I pulled that up her body then continued the shoulder straps up and over. Then I ran my hands over her to make sure there were no creases or folds. I tickled her nipples and made them stiffen and she giggled. What a beautiful sight. I hugged her in to me as I fondled her butt through the thin silky fabric before sliding the leotard off her and getting her into a one piece swimsuit with a rainbow and cloud design. Then came a bikini swimsuit which, on her, was stunning. It was pink with a red flower sketch pattern and definetly 'age appropriate'. The top had traditional straps as opposed to strings and the bottoms were about the same size as most of her panties, finishing a couple of inches below her belly button. The fit was perfect for her tiny body and seemed to accentuate her waist which was just slightly narrower than her hips and chest. It occurred to me that in all the clothes she had bought there wasn't a hint of sexy or slutty. The girls had done a great job with the selections. Sexy and slutty could come later but for now it was pure 'little girl'. Sarah came over in the early afternoon in her own bikini and the two girls spent a few hours swimming, squealing, laughing, running around the yard with bugsy, and just being happy playful ten year old girls. I kept myself close enough to see them (for reasons of water safety of course) but not too close to crowd them. Although I'd have preferred to have her all to myself I knew that it was important to give her the space to make new friends and relationships in this new environment I'd brought her into. Julia and Brad turned up later for a quick dip in the pool while there was still plenty of heat in the afternoon. They didn't have a pool next door and I had always made mine available to them. No permission was necessary and over the years I had often been shaken out of my writing 'trance' with the pleasant sound of children splashing and squealing out in the pool. Naturally I would usually take a peek at them, to make sure they were safe, as I did today. Brad was wearing board shorts but Julia was wearing a string bikini I hadn't seen before that covered very little. At fourteen she had a slim body with respectable B size boobies that were firm under the slight covering of yellow fabric and the bikini bottom covered so little that it was obvious she shaved. Nice. I smiled as I realised I had this to look forward to with Candy. I was horny as hell by the time the neighbor kids went home. I herded Candy into the shower, bikini and all, to wash off the salt and chemicals from the pool. Again we fired up all four jets and had a wonderful time culminating in some very satisfying doggy style sex. The new week consisted largely of shopping trips and eating out. Candy was revelling in wearing a different outfit every time we ventured out and of course I was revelling in helping her in and out of the new clothes, the quantity and variety of which was now increasing daily. I might have mentioned that Candy's walk in wardrobe was basically the same size as mine, which was designed with a well-off society couple in mind. Needless to say Saturday's initial shopping spree filled about a fifth of the available space so there was a way to go yet to fill it, and we were having so much fun. Sarah accompanied us on our trips and helped choose clothes, furniture, drapes, wall art, toys, games and tech. There were things I hadn't thought about but as I had little knowledge of a modern ten year old girl's needs I had decided there were no rules, so long as everything was the obligatory 'age appropriate'. So, no, she didn't get the pole for her bedroom. Maybe when she turned eleven lol. But I did agree to her getting her ears pierced. Sarah had hers done at nine with Karen's approval so that must be OK. I had all the big stuff delivered and set up by the store staff and soon we had transformed Candy's room into a much more suitable environment. She had a 55" smart TV on the wall, a computer with a long desk & shelving unit, an i-pad and i-phone. All of that was connected via bluetooth to an awesome sound system that was about the size of a match box. A far cry from my tech when I was her age, which consisted of a twin cassette ghetto blaster and a pair of plastic walkie-talkies. On Wednesday evening I took both girls out to dinner at L'Opossum. They both got dressed up and wore light make up, applied by Julia and approved by Karen. Again they looked stunning. This time Candy and Sarah had selected similar outfits, long sleeved mini dresses in different shades of light blue with multi colored bead earings, necklaces and bracelets, and strap style ankle height white leather shoes (which might have been identical). Although you couldn't call their look 'sexy', they still got inappropriate stares from (mostly) men when we walked through the restaurant. It was interesting to observe. Not too long ago that would heve been me watching the girls -- now I'm surreptisously watching the watchers. I hoped the smirk on my face wasn't too obvious. The girls were well behaved young ladies while they were out. I didn't have to shush their giggling, singing or squealing which had become the norm when they were together at home or sometimes when we were shopping. Not the shushing part -- I loved the excitement of life these two normally exhibited. After dinner we walked Sarah back to her home, said our goodnights, then returned home hand in hand. Upstairs in Candy's room I slowly undressed her and helped her into a very light silky nylon nighty we had found somewhere during the week before sending her in to the bathroom. I changed into my satin boxers and returned to her room to find her in bed. When I joined her there and cuddled up I noticed that she was very lightly sniffling. "What's the matter sweetheart?", I asked obviously concerned. "Nothing". "Well why are you sad?" "No no, I'm not sad. I'm happy. This is me being happy Daddy so shut up". I knew that 'shut up' had a different meaning nowadays than when I was young so I wasn't concerned at all with her choice of words. I just held her like that waiting for her to get through her happiness sob and eventually she spoke. "It's one week since you found me on your porch Daddy." Yes I suppose it was. "Since then you've taken me in, fed me, loved me, bought me all these beautiful clothes and things, found me a friend. I guess I'm just not used to it... I'm so happy Daddy, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou." Then she cuddled even closer in to me. I wasn't expecting that although it had already occurred to me that it was our one week anniversary. Wow what a week. "I'm glad you're happy darling but you don't have to thank me. I'm doing this because I too am happy. Probably not enough to cry about", I said jokingly, "Making you happy is making me happy. More than you'll ever know. So get used to it baby, you aint seen nothin yet". We cuddled ourselves to sleep, both of us happy just to experience happiness for a change, which for our own individual reasons had been sorely lacking in our lives in recent years. Jill called with an update of the legal side of Candy's adoption and on Friday we met in her office with a lawyer representing the mother along with Helen, the Children's Services officer, and her boss. An hour later it was over. Candy was now officially my stepdaughter and I was her Daddy.