Purity Ring

He held her hand in his and slipped the ring onto her finger.

“And you understood what this means, right sweetie?” He asked, putting his hand on her chin and lifting her gaze to his.

“Yes, sir,”

“Well, tell me then.”

“True love waits,” she said, though there was the hint of a question at the end.

He sat down on her bed and put his hand on her bare knee.

“Why don’t you read the card again, honey,” he said with a wry grin.

“Believing that true love waits, I make a commitment to God, myself, my family, my friends, my future mate, and my future children to a lifetime of purity, including sexual abstinence from this day until the day I enter a Biblical marriage relationship,” she said and then looked up at him for approval.

He nodded and smile.

“That’s right.”

She smiled back and looked at the ring again, the way the gold sparkled on her finger.

“But, the rubbing game doesn’t count, right Daddy?” she asked, a little embarrassed.

He straightened and cleared his throat a little.

“We can still play the rubbing game at night, right Daddy?”

He glanced at the door and then back at her.

“Well, yes, that’s different. That’s just a little game,” he whispered.

She cuddled closer to him.

“I know. Our secret game. I like it a lot. I just asked because sometimes you slip and it goes in-” she whispered back.

“Yes, yes, well, you know that’s an accident, just, you wear that ring and be a good girl,” he said, suddenly uncomfortable.

He stood up and straightened his trousers.

She smiled brighter. She liked to make daddy blush.

“Yes, Daddy.”

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