My partner and I bought a house in the suburbs after her grandmother left her a bit of money, as an investment and I guess a change in lifestyle. I am a graphic artist and sometimes abstract painter and my partner is a free lance attorney specializing in LGBT issues, discrimination, etc. Next door to where we moved lives the man.

We knew when we moved that having a couple of queer girls in the neighborhood was going to cause some issues, but we decided to stay calm, cool and collected which meant that we would not host 'parties', dinners maybe but not 'parties', not that we didn't go to 'parties'. I got to meet the man next door because my car had a flat and I tried to change it.

He came out and watched and I got pretty nervous and asked him if he needed to do that and he said yes he did. I got all tied up and I wasn't able to get the lug nuts off and he said well that is why he was watching, waiting for the moment that the tire beat me. No that little wrench in the car trunk wasn't going to do it, I needed a real wrench. So he walked me to his garage next door, on the right all the lawn equipment and tools, in the back all the home tools and on the left the car stuff including this bit X tool for changing tires. So he gave me the tool and we went back and I spent a couple of minutes figuring out which was the right size and started again. He watched.

After I got the lug nuts off and managed to get the wheel off and I got the spare on and set the car back down he said well not bad but not good, I was going to kill myself so I had to get the car back up on the jack, take the spare tire back off, reset it correctly and tighten the lugs on correctly, under his very specific supervision, and then lower the car back down and the checked the tightness of the lug nuts and said OK you are free to go, but next time by AAA.

Over the next several months he organized and paid for the lawn service, he loaned us the maid service, he took our cars to the shop, he had the air conditioning company come and fix our compressor, he had a key to our house and we had a key to his house, we did the grocery shopping for him and we cooked meals. He was the DAD and we were the GIRLS. When it was time to say goodnight we kissed his cheek and he hugged us and we went to bed and he locked up and went next door. When we got home from work we went to his house to get our hug and kiss. He wasn't DADDY yet but it got more and more difficult for me, I wanted him to be my DADDY. When the afternoon came that I went to him and I sat with him and called him DADDY he hugged me back and called me BABY. He had called me baby many times before but not like that. He called my partner baby too, but not like that, she wasn't his BABY yet, it was going to take a long time for her to call him DADDY.

Sex came naturally to me. Sex with my partner took a long time to come. She just had a hard time letting herself fall into that with him, but she did eventually and once she did she angered over it but it took over her life as it had mine. My partner and I stopped being actively sexual, we got a lot of sex from him and our time together was about being together. Lots of talking, hugging, some kissing and sleeping together. Sure there were nights when we got hot for each other and had sex but mostly we just lived together, deeper in love but not actively sexual like we had been. We moved into his house with him three years after we moved to the neighborhood and sold our house. The transformation was complete, we were his girls and he was our DADDY.

Long gone are the 'parties', my partner now does mostly small business legal work and she has a couple of largish clients on retainer and I spend my days and nights on my free lance art. DADDY keeps us, not because we can't support ourselves but he wants to keep us. We have our nights and sometimes our afternoons with DADDY, but we do not have a group thing going, my partner and I share a room and sex with him is in his room, sometimes we sleep over with him when he has sex with us but most of the time once he is asleep we go back to our bed. My partner and I do have sex, sometimes very intense sex and we consider ourselves lesbian with a twist. Me, I am definitely the BABY girl of the two of us, I do love my DADDY and love sleeping with him and having sex with him. My partner is also a BABY and he is also her DADDY but it is like an adult daughter, and sometimes she really needs to have sex with him. She still angers over it.