Leaving Laura sleeping, or at least with her eyes closed, the smirk curling the corner of her lips betraying to her husband that she was just faking to get a little time to herself, Josh and Samantha went to the bathroom where Josh lovingly washed her all over, as he had done a week earlier with Amelia. As he ran his hands over her delicious young body, it struck him that in only two days he would be washing her for the very last time, and that would not be a loving massage with frothy, fruit-scented soap but a harsh scrubbing with a rough sponge designed to make her clean enough to eat. Shortly after that he and his wife would gut her and fill her with stuffing then shut her in a hot oven from which she would not emerge alive, removing her some hours later so that they and the other guests could feast on her meat. The idea of losing his daughter should have made him sad, he knew, and he was sure that he would miss her in the months and years ahead, even if he was sure to be kept very busy, but instead he felt nothing but excitement and a yearning to taste her. It must, he reasoned, be her own enthusiasm to roast that had infected him so thoroughly that it bypassed any natural sense of parental protectiveness not just in him but in her mother too.

“I promise to be delicious, Daddy!” she told him softly as if reading his thoughts. “I know you and Mummy will do a wonderful job of cooking me!” He leant forward to kiss her, stroking her sweet face, and felt her warm little hand close around his hardening manhood and begin to pump. Once she was satisfied that he was hard enough, she knelt down, the hot water still cascading over the pair of them like a waterfall, and took him in her mouth.

Half an hour later, having left a note for Laura in the kitchen, the pair were on a bus into the nearest big town. It was still very early, not yet eight o’clock, but Josh was hopeful that at least some of the various cafes and other places that sold breakfast would be open. It was, after all, the last Saturday before Christmas and businesses would be sure to want to make the most of the last-minute crowds. In the spirit of the season, Josh was wearing a cheap fluffy Santa hat and Samantha was sporting the green and red striped elf hat she had worn for some of the photos along with a Christmas jumper while Josh was wearing a Hawaiian-style shirt with pictures of Santa’s face all over it.

Town was already busy when they got off the bus, with so many shoppers hoping to beat the crowds that they created a crowd of their own! Luckily, Josh and Samantha had no particular mission for the day other than to kill time in a fun and Christmassy way until it was time to go to the butcher.

“I wonder what Emily’s doing this morning?” Samantha speculated as they walked along the street, holding hands and pausing now and then to look at the fancy displays in shop windows. “Hope it’s something nice.”

“I expect she’ll be having a sort of Christmas celebration with her family.” Josh suggested. “She probably can’t eat but maybe she’ll get to watch them opening presents and they can watch a movie together or something.”

“Or maybe they’ll go out somewhere.” Samantha pondered. “To the cinema, maybe? Or the park? Or even the swimming pool?”

“Who knows!” Josh conceded, thinking to himself that if his own daughter was any indication, the parents of any youngsters getting butchered that afternoon would be desperately trying to keep them occupied and distracted so as not to be driven crazy by the constant clock-watching and excitement which must be building to something close to a fever-pitch. He was very grateful that there would be other children around on Christmas morning to help keep Samantha entertained. “But I’m sure they’ll be having a nice time! I wonder who our Christmas Eve meat will be coming from?”

“I don’t know.” Samantha replied thoughtfully. “I think Mummy said it would be teen meat but I don’t know if the rump and breast will be coming from the same girl?”

“I guess we’ll find out later!” Josh grinned as Samantha squeezed his hand in excitement. “So, where do you want to eat?”

“Can we go to that place with the bottomless breakfast buffet?” Samantha asked with a grin. “Where we went for my birthday last year?”

“That sounds like a splendid idea!” Josh grinned. “It’s a place for special occasions after all and this is certainly one of those! Our last Daddy Daughter Date!”

“Hmm if you pay on our date, does that mean I have to put out?” Samantha giggled. Josh said nothing but chuckled a little awkwardly, feeling his cheeks getting hot. Samantha found it so funny and endearing that he could still get so embarrassed after all the experiences they had shared! “Hope your girlfriend doesn’t get too jealous!” she teased.

“My girlfriend?” Josh frowned a little, puzzled. “I have a wife, in case you’d forgotten? You know her pretty well!”

“I wasn’t talking about Mummy!” Samantha giggled. “She’s pretty good at sharing! I was talking about Amelia!” She looked up at him cheekily and asked in a lower voice that was not quite a whisper. “Are you going to fuck her in the kitchen while I’m roasting? I hope you do!” Once again, Josh did not answer but guided her down a side-street, more of an alley-way really, which was a cut-through to the street where the diner she had in mind was located. “You know she’s pretty possessive about you!” she continued with a giggle. “It’s probably a good thing for Mummy that she’s going to be roasting in a few months!”

“Well I’m very lucky your Mummy’s so understanding!” Josh responded with another slightly awkward chuckle. “Ah, here we are! And they’re open! Let’s hope they’re not all booked up.” Pushing open the door, Josh was hit by a blast of hot air from the fan heater above the door then immediately assaulted by the delicious smells of the breakfast buffet. Although the diner seemed fairly full, there were a few empty tables here and there, he just hoped that they were not reserved. “Hi!” he smiled at the young woman in a smart white shirt and red waistcoat with a name-tag which identified her as Jessica. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance of a table for two?”

“There certainly is!” Jessica grinned. “Follow me!” she led them to a small booth big enough for four with padded leather seats very close to the buffet which seemed to be being constantly replenished. “Here you go!” she grinned. “Can I take your coats?” They both slipped out of their thick winter jackets which would have been an unwelcome burden in the warmth of the diner, especially once they started eating, and handed them to her. “Will you be having the Bottomless Breakfast Buffet today,” she asked, “or ordering from the menu?”

“The buffet, please!” Samantha replied immediately and Josh gave a small nod to show that he agreed the choice.

“Excellent choice!” the pretty waitress grinned. “Plates and bowls are on the table. Help yourselves to coffee, juice or milk! Enjoy!” With that, she went to hang up their coats and greet the next customers who had just walked in, leaving them to help themselves.

“After you, m’lady!” Josh grinned, standing and inviting Samantha to walk ahead of him with a sweeping gesture of his arm.

“You just want to check out my butt!” Samantha teased, grinning over her shoulder.

“What a scurrilous accusation!” Josh feigned shock. “I want only to please you, dear lady! Getting to check out your butt is just a bonus!”


To be continued...