When he woke the next morning, Tom knew it was time to make a change. He couldn't have his daughter in the house with his wife--he just wouldn't be able to restrain himself. They had already been caught once, and it was only a matter of time before his wife saw through whatever flimsy excuse they gave. Tom wasn't even convinced she had believed the lie they had told the night before. Another transgression would mean the end of their marriage and, if he knew his wife, she wouldn't stop until she had ruined not only himself and his reputation, but their daughter's as well.
On the drive into work, Tom pulled out his cell and looked up Shawna's number. It was a shot in the dark, he thought as the phone began to ring, but it was worth consideration. If it didn't work out with Shawna, he would send Daisy back to Nate's. He was reluctant to use this option, however, as knew his wife would want to check in on Daisy from time to time, and it would be difficult to explain why his daughter was staying with this older male roommate.
Shawna picked up on the third ring. She was giggling. "Tom, hi! How are you?"
Tom smiled in spite of himself. "I've been doing pretty well, Shawna, how about yourself?"
The younger girl must have covered the receiver as she said something Tom couldn't make out, then said clearly, "I'm great! The porn thing is really taking off."
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
Shawna giggled. "Oh, no. It's just my brother. Dylan, get your fingers out of there! I've got a shoot this afternoon!" Then she moaned, and Tom's cock began to stiffen. He had a fairly good idea of what Dylan might be doing.
"Listen, Shawna, I have a pretty odd request for you. I'm wondering if you might be willing to let Daisy stay at your place for a little while. I know the two of you didn't end on a good note the last time--"
"You can say that again."
"--but she and my wife aren't exactly getting along, and she needs a place to stay for awhile. I can speak to her, if that would help. Try to convince her that she has no reason to be upset with you."
"That would definitely help." There was a pause. "So you wouldn't--oh my god, Dylan, get out of my ass!" Another pause, then: "So you wouldn't want to, you know..."
Tom smiled. "You know I'd love to, but it sounds like you've got your hands full as it is. Let's play that by ear, okay? Just let me know what you think and I'll have a word with Daisy."
Shawna sighed heavily into the receiver. "Oh, it's fine. She might have to come with me to my shoots, but that's okay. I'll be getting my own place soon, and when I do, she can just crash with me."
Tom ended the call, still smiling to himself. He wasn't sure if it was relief at having found a solution to his problem, or a bit of pride in Shawna's success. Perhaps it was a little of both.
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Daisy stood just behind her father while he knocked on the door. Her heart was racing. Even her palms were a bit sweaty. What was she doing here? She hated Shawna.
They had talked about it, of course. Her father had promised her he had no feelings or attraction for Shawna, beyond the sort of attraction he would feel for any good-looking girl he had "caught" his daughter in bed with. He had only kept in touch with Shawna to help her with her career, as she had no one else she could really trust.
"Daisy, sweetie, you have nothing to worry about," he had told her, his hand on her knee as they sat side-by-side on her bed that afternoon. "I want you two girls to make up, okay? Enough of this silliness. You need girlfriends in your life, honey."
Daisy had agreed, though she still felt reticent. Now it was too late to change her mind.
Abruptly the door opened, and her one-time best friend stood in the doorway. She smiled up at Daisy's father, then peered over his shoulder to look at Daisy. Her smile never faltered. "Hi, sweetie! It's so good to see you! Come here, I missed you!"
Daisy found herself wrapped in a tight embrace. The slim girl smelled fresh and clean and sweet, and her skin was warm. She had a lot of skin showing, Daisy noticed. Shawna wore a cute sparkly pink cropped top and a pair of denim shorts that barely covered her ass. Her hair was damp, but still as rich and luxurious as ever. Daisy felt her heartbeat quicken and, embarrassed, she pulled away from the embrace prematurely.
If Shawna noticed, she didn't show it. "Would you like to come in, Tom?"
"No, I've got to get back home," Daisy's father said with a sigh. "Sally will be home any minute. She'll be wondering where I am."
Shawna pouted for a moment, then flashed her bright smile at Daisy. "We'll just have to manage on our own then, won't we? C'mon in, Daisy. Bye, Tom!"
As the door closed behind them, Shawna turned to Daisy. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened with your dad, okay? I just...I'd never really done anything like that before. I didn't mean to make you feel bad."
Daisy looked into her friend's eyes and bit her lip. "All right," she said after a moment. "Let's just forget about it. I missed you too."
