I watch him switch from my fun-loving, just fucked to heaven daddy to detective daddy and sigh sadly as I realize that our night of passion is over. I adjust myself to sitting up and wince before I can catch myself, my fuck-swollen pussy lips painful to sit on; I turn onto my side to keep the pressure off of my aching core, but pull up into a sitting position.

"Jesus..." Daddy whispers, then he closes his eyes and rubs at his forehead as if a headache is forming. "What hospital?" he asks and then he glances over his shoulder at me when I gasp. He shakes his head, sadness...