"Jack, I'm falling asleep, let me wake up Jenni, and she can sit up here and keep you company." Allison Baker rubbed her eyes. They had been driving all day from Denver to Los Angeles. With his income as an electronics design engineer and her riches from being a partner in her law firm.
Her husband nodded. "I'm good, after all the coffee I've had I can make it fine. Only another couple of hours to go."
"I need some sleep before meeting Isaac's parents. I can't have the mother of the groom seeing the luggage under my eyes."
Allison wearily turned the passenger captain's chair and stood up. The meeting with Jenni's fiancΓ© tomorrow worried her. Jenni always found a more important question to discuss when Allison asked about them. Jenny called them "liberal." The word carried too many facets to bring Allison comfort. Allison came from a long line of conservative Republicans. The idea of spending family times with liberals didn't please her at all.
In the bedroom her daughter was sleeping on the quilt covering. Allison sighed at the sight of the little girl who was always such an angel sleeping in her panties. She never cared about modesty and gave her father far too much exposure. Allison sat on the edge of the king-sized bed. She touched her daughter's cheek slowly rousing her from a dream of whose nature would have shocked her mother. "Jenni, go up and keep your dad company while he drives."
Jenni sat up and moaned, "Oh, Mom, I'm too tired."
Allison tossed her a tee shirt. "Cover those things up before you go up there."
Her daughter was blessed with a pair of breasts that would earn her a spot in Playboy. Large and standing tall, without a blemish on them capped with dark brown nipples, Jenni was twenty-five and proud of them, always wearing deep cleavage to show off as much of them as possible. The tee shirt, without a bra, hugged them tightly. She tugged on the hem so it covered her panties and headed up forward.
Her mother tossed the girl a pair of shorts. "Wear these too." Jack saw in his mirror his only daughter pull up the tiny shorts covering her exposed bottom.
She slipped into the empty passenger chair. "Mom said you need company."
He looked over, "Yeah, I should be okay, but a little company never hurt." He saw his daughter's attire. "You didn't need to dress up for this job." She knew he was talking about her lack of a bra.
Her relationship with her father was easy going. She didn't mind his looks at her lush body; she rather enjoyed it. Jenni pulled a Cosmo from the rack under the cup holders. She flipped on the reading light. The bright light shone like a spot light over the two stars on her chest highlighting every detail.
"Mom's worried about Isaac's parents."
Jenni flipped a couple of pages. "I am too."
"Mom says you won't talk about them."
"Dad, they don't fit into any mold that's she's going to care for."
"Can you tell me? What is so awful about them?"
Jenni stared at an advertisement selling Calvin Kline jeans. "Dad, they work in adult entertainment."
Her father processed the idea, "You mean porn?"
Jenni gave him a week grin, "Yeah, they make adult videos."
"Oh shit!" He whispered.
"Yeah, and his mom was a big star in her time."
"A porn star?" Allison had never approved of pornography. Once Jack had brought home a Playboy, Allison had found it and burned it in their fireplace. He gave up on porn until the Internet made it much easier to hide.
"Yeah, a big-time porn star, her stage name was Cherri Pickle, but now everyone calls her Dee Dee." Jenni giggled. "Her husband produced and directed and she starred. Now they both direct. They've made a mint, Daddy."
Jack's mind tried to match the name with a body, but couldn't. "Well, I guess we don't get to pick our fiancΓ©'s parents."
Jenni dropped the magazine back in the rack. "That's not all, Daddy."
"No, there's more." She turned the chair and propped her feet on her father's leg. "When Isaac turned eighteen he started acting for them."
His hand gripped her foot. "So, you're marrying a porn star?"