jack the ripper fate

His hand patted around the bed before falling on her shoulder.“Is that you, Sare-bear?” her dad asked, voice groggy with sleep.Sarah dared not move a muscle, every part of her locking up.

“In this corner, we have Abner of Solgen, and over here, Reiss of Dermott. Let the battle begin!” boomed the referee.“Defeating you is just another step towards achieving my dream!” Abner shouted with a confident smile.“Bring it on, kid,” Reiss grunted.

As quietly as she could she made her way up to the bedside and slowly sat on the bed as it took her weight. Once she was sure her dad was still deep in his sleep, she wriggled under the sheet until she was next him. As usual he was arranged like a star fish with his arms and legs out to either side. To accommodate him she curled into a ball and put herself right by his side with his arm under her head like a pillow. Like most dads she’d heard about hers slept naked, but although all the other girls who mentioned this seemed grossed out, she didn’t mind. To be fair a lot of the of the other girl’s dads weren’t as handsome as hers, or in as good shape. A few years ago, she had to put up with a few friends who couldn’t stop gushing about her dad when they came over and saw him for the first time. Although she saw all the good features about him, to her he was always just her dad. How could she think about him that way?