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Ciara Jameison had always been Daddy’s girl. After her mother was killed in a courthouse shooting at their family law firm, she and her father endured a respectful funeral and the killer’s conviction. Months later, at nineteen, Ciara started classes at the University of Memphis. A beautiful young Black woman with caramel skin, long dark wavy hair, light roasted-almond eyes, and a voluptuous figure, she was sophisticated in elegant gowns and dresses on campus. At home, she wore sheer black baby-doll nighties, a black lace choker with dark blue ribbons, and matching garter stockings. One afternoon her guidance counselor pulled her from class—her father needed her home after threats from an old case. Ciara rushed back to find him shaken. “I couldn’t face it alone,” he said. Ciara stepped into his arms. “After the burial and conviction, I’ve been waiting. I don’t want to be just your daughter anymore, Daddy. I want to be yours.” Their kiss was tender and full of longing. She changed into her sheer nightie and choker, then held him close. In the soft bedroom light, they shared passionate kisses and gentle embraces, beginning a deeper love. “You’re my perfect Daddy’s girl,” he whispered. Ciara smiled, content in his arms. Together they found comfort and strength for whatever came next.