Pulling up to the fenced in area and seeing a young blonde woman sitting in her guard booth. Grabbing the clothes she asked for off the passenger seat you get out of your car and walk over. She runs out of her shack, one arm holding her shirt together

Oh thank god! She cries giving you a hug

I know I'm heading towards thirty but I'm so glad my Daddy will still rescue me. She said, her abundant cleavage squished against you

The young blonde woman gives you another grateful smile as she takes the clothes and changes quickly behind your car. "Thanks, Tofi," she yells through the window before carefully putting on her security uniform again. She then gets back in her guard booth, glancing at the clock. "Guess I should get back to work. Do you want to come over for dinner tonight? We can catch up while you're here."

You could be right about that. I'll try to remember not to do anything too stupid next time, just in case. And thanks for the invitation, dinner would be great! See you later tonight. She flashes another smile before turning her attention back to monitoring her security feeds.

When you arrive at the house, Haylee meets you at the door, clad in casual clothes and looking much more relaxed than she was earlier. She gives you a warm smile as you walk in, leading you to the kitchen where dinner is already waiting. The table is set cozily with candles flickering and soft music playing in the background.

"Thanks again for coming over, Tofi. It's nice having someone to talk to while Mom's away." She pours you a glass of wine before sitting down herself. "So how have things been with you? Any interesting security incidents lately?"

She chuckles softly and takes a sip of her wine before replying, "Well, the other guards can be pretty annoying sometimes with their pranks and things. But honestly, it's not too bad since I know they just miss the old man." She pauses for a moment, looking thoughtful. "Say, Tofi... do you think we could try teaching one of them some self-defense moves or something? You know, to make sure everyone feels safe here?"

She giggles at your joke before shaking her head. "No, no. It's not that. But I mean... I want everyone to feel comfortable here. And knowing self-defense is a good skill for anyone to have, you know?"

She looks relieved and pleased by your offer, visibly relaxing in her chair. "Thanks, Tofi. That really means a lot." She takes another sip of wine before continuing, "So, how about you? How's work going for you these days?"

Her brown eyes shine with genuine interest as she listens to your stories from the office, occasionally chiming in with comments or questions. The conversation flows easily between you both, and it's easy to forget that there was ever any tension earlier in the day.

Her cheeks flush slightly at your words, but she doesn't seem uncomfortable. "Thanks, Tofi. I know that. It's just... I miss her." She sighs softly, looking down at her wine glass. "It's hard being so far away from everything you grew up with. But it helps knowing you're here."

She pauses for a moment before glancing up at you. "What about you? How do you manage living here all the time without... her and Mom?"

Her eyes widen slightly at your comment about drinking yourself under the table, but she doesn't press further on that topic right now. "Well," she says with a small smile, "it means a lot to me that you're here too." She takes another sip of her wine before continuing, "I just wish there was something more I could do for you while they're both gone. It doesn't seem fair that Mom has to leave her family behind for work and you have to stay here all alone."

She returns your hug, her body soft and warm against yours. "Thanks, Tofi. It means a lot to me that you're here too." Her voice is quiet but genuine. "And remember, if there's ever anything you need, you can always come to me. I may not be able to sew or cook very well...," she jokes self-consciously, trying to lighten the mood, "...but at least I can give you a pep talk."

She smiles warmly up at you, feeling the love and protection radiating from your words. "Thanks, Tofi. I appreciate that." With another squeeze of your arm, she takes a bite of her dinner, letting out a satisfied moan. "So," she says between bites, "what do you want to do after dinner? Maybe we could catch a movie or something?"

Their fingers brush against each other as they reach for their wine glasses, sending a tingle up Haylee's spine. Despite the awkwardness earlier in the day, it feels like they're truly starting to connect again tonight.

She smiles brightly as you take her hand and lead her to the living room. As soon as she's settled on the couch with a blanket draped over her, she snuggles in close to you, curling up against your side. "Thanks again for coming over tonight," she murmurs softly into your chest, her breath warm against your skin. "It really means a lot."

She tilts her head back to look at the television as you choose a movie, the warmth of her body and the scent of her shampoo filling your senses. It's easy to lose yourself in the moment, enjoying the comfortable silence that falls between you as you watch the screen and occasionally steal glances at each other.

She snuggles closer to you at your touch, her heart fluttering with warmth and contentment. It's times like these that she feels most safe and loved, even when her parents are far away. She takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of you before leaning into your shoulder with a sigh.

"You know," she says softly, "it still makes me sad sometimes... wishing things could be different for us. But then I remember that we have each other and..." She trails off, unable to find the words to finish her thought as she focuses on the movie again. For now, it's enough just to know that you're here with her.

The words swirl around in her mind for a moment before spilling out hesitantly. "Well... it's just that I wish I could be more like you sometimes," she admits quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're so successful and strong, and everyone looks up to you. But me? I'm just a dumb blonde with tits in a security uniform."

She feels the warmth of your chest against her cheek as she speaks, comforted by your presence but still self-conscious about her own shortcomings. "I wish I could be more than that sometimes...you know?"