Father's name: Frank Walker,
Mother's Name: Bitch ran out when I was born.
Tracy sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. She pressed the back space on her keyboard deleting the last entry. She hated filling out forms, mostly because it reminded her of her mother leaving when she was born. Like many kids these days she grew up in a single parent home, growing up with only her father.
Her father had never remarried, actually he never really dated much either. Understandably soured on the last relationship, he had focused on raising her. While she didn't always get what she wanted, she always had what she needed. In truth, her life hadn't really been all that bad.
Now at eighteen she was ready to go to college. She was starting in two months and had forms to fill out. Her dad had already paid for the classes and books, but with a limited income he couldn't afford to get her an apartment. It wasn't really that big a deal for her. Living only twelve miles from campus, it was an easy commute.
Tracy finished typing out the form on her laptop and saved it to her hard drive. She would e-mail it later that day to the college so they knew what classes she wanted to take. Frustrated at the lateness of her application, she had been unable to get into the university she wanted to attend. Lack of funds on her dad's part and a failure to get a scholarship on hers.
Tracy went down stairs into the kitchen. Looking for something to eat, she saw her dad in their eating a sandwich and reading the paper.
"Hey Dad. What's up?" Asked Tracy.
"Not much." He said. "Just reading what our dumb ass President did this time."
Tracy knew that the political section of the paper was like the comics for him. "Yeah? And what did our beloved President do?"
"Uh hem." In his best Bush voice. "There's no question about it. Wall Street got drunk -- that's one of the reasons I asked you to turn off the TV cameras -- it got drunk and now it's got a hangover. The question is how long will it sober up and not try to do all these fancy financial instruments."
Tracy laughed. "What the hell does that mean?"
Frank shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. But if you figure it out. Let me know."
Frank put the paper down. "Did you get your class request form sent?"
"I finished filling it out. I just have to attach it to an email. I wanted to get something to eat first. Besides, it's Saturday. No one is going to get it until Monday." Answered Tracy as she made herself a sandwich.
"That's fine. Just don't forget. I'm going to leave in a bit to run some errands. You need anything while I'm out?"
"I won't. And no, I'm fine" Tracy took her sandwich and grabbed a soda. Heading to the living room to eat her meal, while she watched TV.
*****
Tracy woke up on the sofa. Looking at the clock, it was now 5PM. She had only been asleep for a couple of hours. Looking around she yelled out. "Dad?" No one answered. She looked out the window and didn't see his car in the driveway. He must still be out running errands, she thought to herself.
Tracy went up to her room and got on her computer. She pulled up the file with her college form. She then opened up her e-mail account. She entered the information in the 'to' and 'subject line'. Hitting the attach button she tried to attach the file. Nothing happened.
"Piece of crap computer." She said as she tried again.
Still nothing happened as she clicked the attach icon several more times. Frustrated with her e-mail account, she closed her e-mail and saved the file on a memory card. She would just use her dad's computer.
Tracy walked into her dad's bedroom and sat at his computer desk. After turning it on she placed the memory card in to the MMC/SD slot. The computer immediately started searching it for files. It pulled up the file and a 'Save as' screen. She was about to click cancel and just transfer it straight to e-mail when she noticed one of the names of the files.
"T & F?" She mumbled to herself.
Seeing that it was in the 'My Documents' section. She hit cancel to close the 'Save As' screen and then hit 'Start' and 'My Documents'. Inside she found the T& F file. Double clicking on it, it opened to a new file with the name spelled out. 'Tracy and Friends'. Curious she double clicked on the file.
Tracy was stunned. There were hundreds of JPEG images of her and her friends. Mostly her though. There were pictures of her in her bikini, laying out by the pool in their back yard. There were several pictures of her sleeping in her panties and tank tops. There were up skirt images of her sleeping on the sofa. As she scrolled to the bottom her eyes stopped on a new type of file 'Windows Audio/Video File'. Each of them was saved by date and time. There were eight of them. Double clicking on the first one, Windows Media Player opened up.
It was her naked about to get in the shower, a look down view. She was horrified. She opened the next several files and they were mostly the same, her in her bathroom. On the sixth file it was a different view. It was a video of her in her bed. It was the same as before, another look down view.
Tracy jumped up and ran to her room. Looking on the ceiling she saw an air vent. It was about two feet past the edge of her bed. Seeing that it required a screw driver she ran down stairs to the kitchen and got a flat head from underneath the sink. She also went into their cluttered garage and grabbed a small step ladder.
Tracy removed the screws from the air vent and pried the vent loose.
"Fucking pervert!" She exclaimed, as she saw the small camera bracketed to the back of the vent and pointed down. A piece of black electrical tape covered the power light.
There was a hole drilled through the top of the vent with a cable running from the camera through the hole. Walking into the hallway, she pulled down the folding staircase that led into the attic. Once inside the attic she turned on the light and walked carefully across the support beams towards where her room was. Sure enough the cable came out and ran along the side of one of the support beams. If she hadn't known what she was looking for, she would have easily just dismissed it as electrical wiring for the house. She followed the cable to where her father's room was.
"Fucking sicko. Peeping at his own daughter."
Tracy left the attic and went back to her dad's computer. She looked at the corner and saw two cables running down the corner painted the same color as the wall. Shaking her head in disgust she looked back at the open file. Seeing how many pictures he had versus the small number of video files, it looked like he had just done it recently. Checking the date of the oldest one it read July 4th. That had been the day she went to the park with her friends. She had been gone all day. It was just nine days ago.
Tracy opened up the internet page of her dad's bank. Typing in his username and password she had gotten along time ago so she could access his account and would know when to ask for money. There it was. July 2nd he made a purchase at the electronics store for twelve-hundred dollars. It didn't say exactly what he bought but it was obvious. Apparently not satisfied with only taking pictures of his daughter he had upgraded.
Tracy closed the file on her dad's computer and finished sending her e-mail. She then started snooping around his desk to see what else he had been up to. Most of the drawers had just typical office stuff, pens, and paper and income tax return files. When she opened the drawer on the bottom right she saw what he had used to take the pictures. There were two cameras. Both of them digital, one was just a small pocket camera. The kind she took, when she went out with her friends. The second was a larger more professional looking camera, a black Nikon with a telephoto lens. Clearly the one he had used to get the close up pictures of her and her friends by the pool.
After she closed the drawer with the cameras she took one last look around. Her attention was drawn to the trash can. Inside were about a dozen wadded up tissues. She didn't have to pull them out to know what he had used them for. 'Gross.' She thought as the involuntary image of her father jerking off to his own daughter, crept into her mind.
Tracy marched down stairs and waited for him in the kitchen. Already worked up into a fierce anger, she was going to tear into him.
Tracy waited nearly an hour before she heard the car pull up in the driveway. She had been ready to rant and rave but now she just felt sorry for him. The door opened and her dad walked in carrying pizza and couple of small bags.
"Hey Tracy, I got some pizza for us. You want some?" Asked Frank as he put the pizza box on the counter.
Tracy bit her lip. Part of her wanted to scream at him for invading her privacy and being a pervert. The other part loved him and she didn't want to embarrass him.
Frank not hearing an answer turned and saw a strange expression on his daughter's face. "Everything alright honey?"
Tracy opened her mouth and wasn't entirely sure herself what was going to come out. "Yeah. Everything's fine. I'll be right back."
Tracy ran up to her room and put the cover back on the vent, but first removing the electrical tape so she could see when he turned on the camera. She didn't have the heart to humiliate him. She then grabbed the step ladder and carried it back to the garage.
