I cupped the mouth piece to the phone. “Dad!” She complained, her voice was just as melodic as before, but not it held heat from her frustration. “No, no of course not.” I sputtered. Week. I pumped harder, the bed THUMP- THUMP- THUMPing as I banged her with everything I had. The inner folds of her lips all the more wet. Peters.” A little zit infested shit said to me at the door. “Now!” I said, not understanding why she wasn’t listening. “All. “Get up.” I commanded. She wasn’t told no often, and it was obvious she hadn’t expected her new friend a denied entry. “Do you understand?”
“Yes Daddy.” She said, voice still shaken, “I understand.”
I didn’t tell her not to tell, it felt…guilty? “I’m not lying.” She begged, “I swear. I let go of her wrists, and cupped a hand over her mouth. She’d been a virgin after all. It got worse once we were in the house. It was the hair, I told myself. She folded her arms and glared at me, as if I had been the one to lie, and sneak.
