The plans for the party had been completed. Amy Holden sat back in her chair and sighed a breath of relief.
"It's done," she said aloud to herself.
She had just finished planning an intimate evening for her father Dave and herself. It had been two years since the two had finally given into their lust and their love and Amy wanted to celebrate the anniversary.
Leaning back in her chair, her mind wandered to that warm, August evening two years ago:
Her father had made the first move. He had decided to finally let Amy know how he felt about her, and it went off without a hitch. Before the night was over, the two were making passionate love in the penthouse hotel room Dave had rented out for an extended weekend.
The night was too beautiful to describe, Amy often thought to herself. Everything had been perfect, from the dinner, to the music, to the love-making.
Even remembering the flowers her father provided would still send chills down her spine so many years later. He had given her the first one when he picked his daughter up for their date. The second was delivered by the man whom Dave arranged to serenade his angel. The final ten of the dozen were strewn about the penthouse suite, though it wasn't until the next morning before Amy noticed them, or anything else besides her new lover.
"They're beautiful," she had said and kissed her father.
A rush of emotion swept through her at the thought: he had gone to such a extravagant means just to give her a dozen, long-stem red roses. She began to cry; loving tears of joy streamed down her face.
For the next two days, the newfound couple spent almost every waking moment in each others arms: kissing, touching, making love. Amy felt that heaven itself would pale by comparison.
But that was two years ago, and the two had lived the life of a couple truly in love ever since. Amy would surprise her father at work for lunch. Dave would send flowers or chocolates or other gifts to her on a whim. As far as the outside world could see, they were a normal loving family. It was in their privacy that the truth was shown: two lovers, completely enamored with each other, lusting after each touch, more in-love then either could describe. It was a love affair to last the ages.
Amy's jaunt down memory lane was rudely interrupted by the ringing of a nearby phone. She answered it and found her father's voice on the other end.
"I'm sorry, honey," he said, "but I've just had a new project dumped on my plate. I won't be able to leave tonight until it's finished."
A feeling of disquiet was rising inside Amy. "And when will you be home?"
"I don't know, kitten. Late though, very late."
Amy sighed. "Okay, Daddy. I'll make up a late dinner for us."
"No, don't. I don't want my angel to starve because of me. You just take care of yourself and I'll grab something on the way home."
"That's fine," Amy said, though the tone she was trying to hide meant that it obviously wasn't. "But you do know what today is right?"
The line was silent for a moment. At length, Dave answered. "It's Monday, isn't it? Look honey, I need to go. I'll be home as soon as I can. Love you, angel."
"I love you too, Daddy."
Amy put the phone receiver down and a single tear fell gracefully down her cheek.
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The past two years for Dave had been the best of his life: he felt young again. At forty, he wasn't an old man though he felt it sometimes. Of course, all of those times were when he was away from his angel.
Amy had more of an effect on Dave then he would ever let her see. She rejuvenated his mind and his body, she lifted his spirits, and more then anything she made him happy. Since his wife had passed Dave was a very lonely man. It took years before he began to see other women again, and even then it was only to make a futile attempt at patching the void in his heart. It wasn't until his connection with his daughter Amy that he had finally felt whole again. He was a new man: every moment away from her left him longing for her touch and her company, while every second he spent with her made him more and more invincible.
He had the idea of surprising Amy again the way he did the first night. He called her up and made sure she wouldn't be expecting him.
It was with a heavy heart that Dave purposely disappointed his daughter again. He had lied about work in an effort to surprise her. The first time he did it was two years ago on their very first night together. He did it again tonight and almost regretted it immediately.
"You can't do this again," he said to himself.
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Her tear had dried, but Amy's mood hadn't improved.
Two hours of work for nothing, she thought, and spent the next hour unraveling all of her intricate plan.
She had wanted something special to mark the occasion and all her effort and will had been bent towards one goal: reproducing the night when she first made love to her father.
The entire night would be exactly duplicated, the only difference would have been a reversal of roles: Amy would pick her father up with a rose and take him to dinner where the two would dine and then share a dance while a quartet of men played the same song as on their first date. After diner, the two would retire to the same penthouse suite and spend the night making love.
Removing all of her work however turned out to be more difficult that she had imagined.
"What do you mean you don't have my reservation, I made it not an hour ago?" She said, somewhat angry but mainly frustrated.
"I'm sorry, Mrs Holden," the voice on the phone said, "but it's not in our records. Could it be under a different name?"
"No, it's under Holden," and she spelled it out.
"I'm sorry again, Mrs. Holden, but it's just not there. Is there anything else I can assist you with?"
"No, and thank you." Amy put down the phone, her frustration barely winning the battle over her own anger.
Phone call after phone call revealed the same results over and over. It was almost as if the two hours she spent had been a dream.
