susurrus
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"God damn it, Melissa, what were you thinking?"
Tom was livid. For the third weekend, his daughter had come home well after he'd told her to. Sure, high school was behind her, but just barely, and she was already hanging out with a college crowd.
"Drinking, sex... hell, probably drugs, too. And what are you wearing?"
She was dressed in as little as a girl could legally get by with: to his eyes, she looked like a slut. Of course, as her father, he had to think that way. Chances were, some other guy's daughter, and he'd secretly be popping wood. The tight top she wore outlined every curve, and with the skimpy little skirt she'd worn, her legs looked like they were a mile long. She was a very attractive young lady, and that was the problem.
"I'm getting tired of you ignoring my rules. Your mom isn't here to be a role model for you, but these friends you've taken to hanging with are leading you toward a bad end, I'm afraid."
He paced the floor as she sat in the center of the living room couch, looking about six inches high, and trying her best to make herself smaller.
"God, Misty, you have to start thinking. I love you and I don't want anything bad to happen to you, but I can't watch over your every move."
"God damn it, Melissa, what were you thinking?"
Tom was livid. For the third weekend, his daughter had come home well after he'd told her to. Sure, high school was behind her, but just barely, and she was already hanging out with a college crowd.
"Drinking, sex... hell, probably drugs, too. And what are you wearing?"
She was dressed in as little as a girl could legally get by with: to his eyes, she looked like a slut. Of course, as her father, he had to think that way. Chances were, some other guy's daughter, and he'd secretly be popping wood. The tight top she wore outlined every curve, and with the skimpy little skirt she'd worn, her legs looked like they were a mile long. She was a very attractive young lady, and that was the problem.
"I'm getting tired of you ignoring my rules. Your mom isn't here to be a role model for you, but these friends you've taken to hanging with are leading you toward a bad end, I'm afraid."
He paced the floor as she sat in the center of the living room couch, looking about six inches high, and trying her best to make herself smaller.
"God, Misty, you have to start thinking. I love you and I don't want anything bad to happen to you, but I can't watch over your every move."