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- >Full moon's out.
- >Tonight is the night for spooks and creepers.
- >Fright Night.
- >All Hallow's Eve.
- >Halloween, baby.
- >And I get stuck with daughter duty.
- >My wife had to skip out early so that she could go to her work's Halloween party.
- >Apparently she was in charge of bringing the booze, which I doubt the company allows.
- >But, I digress.
- >I get to take my daughter trick or treating.
- >Now, my daughter always picks the most mundane costumes.
- >Just how she is, not that I'm complaining.
- >This year, she wanted to be a ghost.
- >Not too hard to pull off.
- >Get some sheets.
- >Cut holes.
- >Good to go.
- >One problem.
- >Daughter is an Ignis.
- >Literally, always on fire.
- >She has to wear gloves to even touch anyone.
- >At her coolest, she could get paint to dry in 2 seconds flat.
- >Never fear, Fantastic Father has the solution!
- >Order some more flame retardant bed sheets.
- >Solution: Cut two holes in that and boom! Ghost.
- >That's gonna hit the Christmas budget.
- >Go out trick or treating.
- >Grab the '57 Sportster and skull mask.
- >Ghost Rider costume for the win.
- >Wife explicitly said, don't let her ride on the motorcycle.
- >Not even gonna argue.
- >Daddy needs some candy too, if you know what I mean?
- >Night time.
- >Neighbor's kids and mine are trick or treating together.
- >Normal couple, we do cards on Thursday together.
- >They have two other daughters, which is good for my little girl.
- >Friends and what not.
- >On to the treats.
- >First few houses were good to us.
- >There was even a full sized snickers.
- >You heard right, full sized.
- >Gotta love old people.
- >My daughter runs along the sidewalk to the next block of houses.
- >She is like a human flashlight for the other kids, even through the ghost sheet.
- >I keep watch of her from behind, about ten feet away on the side of the street.
- >Doing this while barely coasting my Harley.
- >Turned off of course, there are children around.
- >She is enjoying herself so much, I could almost melt.
- >The last house she comes back from told her that the house at the end of the block has wax lips.
- >Wax lips.
- >That's like gold for trick or treaters.
- >We're already late on schedule.
- >She gives me that puppy-dog-eyes look and I give in.
- >We make the trip down to the very last house.
- >Right before we get there, three boys around my daughters age come behind her.
- >They start pestering her, "Hey what are you supposed to be, tampax?"
- >She keeps walking.
- >Like a good girl, ignoring the bullies.
- >They circle in front of her, blocking her.
- >"You heard me, what are you?"
- >The ring leader is some chubby kid in a wanna-be Hulk costume.
- >The two goons behind him are dressed as a pirate and a budget skeleton.
- >My daughter says, "I'm a ghost..."
- >Now, I know what my wife has taught me, is to let the kids sort out their own problems.
- >They need to learn things for the future, blah blah blah.
- >I ain't having this shit.
- >Cruise the bike around behind the kids.
- >Ringleader is laughing, "You look more like a condom than a ghost."
- >That did it.
- >See there's this thing you get when you marry an Ignis, a hot one at that.
- >You get more emotional than you usually get, there are hot flashes.
- >And occasionally, you can spark flames.
- >Literally.
- >Top part of my mask catches fire.
- >Same time, I rev the Harley up.
- >It's alive!!!
- >That was enough to get the kids' attention, especially when they jumped 2ft off the ground at the motor starting.
- >The terror on their faces was priceless.
- >Guess it was just something about a 6 ft tall biker with a skull head.
- >And on fire.
- >Wanna-be Hulk hi-tails it like there was a buffet down the street.
- >The scared sidekicks follow suite.
- >I get off that momentary satisfaction of scarring little kids and look to see my daughter laughing.
- >"Daddy! Your hair's on fire!"
- >Cue the OHSHIT.jpeg
- >I pat my hair down, and put the fire out, although now I've got some burnt split ends.
- >My daughter is laughing so hard she almost spilled her candy.
- >She hugs me and says those words that melts a Father's heart, "I love you, Daddy."
- >I get her up to the last house on the block and we get the long desired wax lips.
- >My cute little girl running around with fang lips, just adds to the heart warmth she gives me.
- >It's almost time for the Missus to be home.
- >Cue OHSHIT.jpeg again.
- >Pick up my little girl, "Sweetie, you wanna ride Daddy's bike with him? It'll be fun!"
- >Her eyes lit up more than they should, "YES!!!!"
- >"But don't tell your mother."
- >Pinky swears it.
- >I feel better now because of that.
- >Get her in front of me, and we take off back down the suburban streets.
- >Arrived home.
- >Gave her the biggest candy bar in her bag, and said she'll have it in the morning guaranteed.
- >Sleepy eyed, she slipped out of costume and into bed.
- >Tucked her in and kissed her goodnight.
- >Put out the light, and she went to sleep.
- >Ditch the mask, grab a beer and drop on the couch.
- >Dunno how long I sat there before I heard a "Yoo-hoo~"
- >I look up and swore I saw an angel.
- >My wife, stood in the doorway, in her Halloween costume.
- >Black thigh-highs
- >Stiletto heels.
- >Black leotard with sleeves.
- >Broom.
- >And a wide, brimmed Witch's hat.
- >That outfit, with her hot-red skin tone and buxom breasts, made me harder than Chinese algebra.
- >"How was the trick or treating~?"
- >Gave her the run down of the three stooges and why my hair is smoked like holiday ham.
- >She combs through my hair, "Aww, I'm sorry honey, but you did so good~ She must've been really happy."
- >I tell her that the little one is tucked in bed.
- >"Oh? Is she all tuckered out?"
- >Flashes some cleavage from her costume, "I guess it's Daddy's turn for some treats~"
- >Yessssssssssssssss!
- >She flaunts her curvy ass into our bedroom and puts a finger to her lip.
- >"Sweetie, bring some Reese's cups too~"
- >Chocolate play.
- >Witch costume.
- >More wood than a lumber yard.
- >Fuck'n Christ, I love Halloween!
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