"Laurie, sweetie, it's time."
"I know, I know. Can I just…"
"Baby, we've been through this. The discussion is over. We had an agreement."
"I know! But… now I'm not so sure anymore."
"Laurie, you promised me. You made a promise, does that not mean anything to you?"
"Yes, of course it does. But…"
"But what? But you're going to break it anyway? Are you going to let me down? Are you?"
"Uh…no…I'm sorry, dad. I just…"
"Sweetie, I know that you're nervous. That's only natural. It's a big step, a whole new and different life for you. But you're not the only one who made promises? And I intend to keep mine. But you have to honour yours, and you have to trust me. Don't you trust me?"
"Y-yes. But…you see, I've been thinking. Reading, looking things up. Ever since we talked about it."
"I see. I guess that's only to be expected. You're curious, and you've always been a resourceful girl. It makes me proud to hear that you take initiatives like that. Any father would be proud of a daughter like you."
"Thanks."
"And I guess that you found answers that worries you? Words like 'illegal', 'abuse', 'forbidden', 'perverted'. Am I right?"
"Uh, pretty much."
"Well? What do you think? Let me tell you what I think. Yes, it's against the law. But that law and all the propaganda exist to protect stupid people from themselves, like so many other laws. People who can't see the difference between when it's right and when it's wrong. I know I'm not that stupid. Are you stupid?"
"No."
"Bloody right you're not. You are a very clever and mature young woman, and I think you can make decisions for yourself in life without having the government telling you what to do in your own private home. Right? Right. And if you do what you freely choose, and you hurt nobody, nobody has the right to judge you. Ok?"
"Ok."
"Well then. What else is there? Come with me."
"It was such a long time ago."
"What?"
"A long time ago that you talked me into this, daddy. What…what if I don't want it anymore?"
"Baby, it was not even a year ago. On your birthday. Remember? Seven months is not a long time. What could possibly have happened? What exactly?"
"Nothing! I've just been thinking. It was such a crazy night back then."
"Your birthday, you mean?"
"Yeah. All the attention, the big party, the presents, the champagne…God, all the champagne. I'd never been drunk before that."
"Come on, you were just a little tipsy."
"Maybe, but I felt so light-headed. And you were so wonderful to me. I mean, you're always wonderful to me, but that day…that was special, it felt like a dream. I would have agreed to anything you said."
"Are you saying that I tricked you? Are you accusing me of something? Then just spit it out!"
"No, no… I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. Please don't be angry."
"I'm not angry, baby girl. I'm worried. Worried about you, about us. Ever since that day, when we made our deal, I've been preparing. You know that. I made plans, I made preparations for us both. But I need you to fulfil your promise to me, or all I've done will have been for nothing. Nothing, do you understand?"
"Yes, but you…"
"No, I don't think you do. We have a beautiful life to live. Right now it's a gamble if we get there, and it's up to you and your attitude if we can live it or not."
"But does it all come down to whether…"
"Yes, yes it does. You may not understand it now. You're young, and though you're a clever girl, you are still foolish. You just have to trust me when I say this: It is all or nothing here, you will see that later. You do trust me, don't you?"
"Yes, daddy."
"Then stop being so difficult!"
"I'm s-sorry."
"No…oh no, baby, don't cry. I didn't mean to shout at you like that. It's just all my worries about all of this piling up. It's not your fault that you're nervous. Because that's what you are, isn't it? A little nervous."
"Not a little. M-my hands are shaking. I've got butterflies in my stomach. My mouth is dry, my head is spinning and I…I…I don't know anything anymore!"
"It's OK to be nervous. It's even OK to be a little scared. But that doesn't change the facts. This will happen and it will happen right now. I say this again, trust me. I love you so incredibly much, you are my life, my very own angel, and I would never do anything that I wasn't totally sure would be good for you. Even if you can't see how, you must trust that I know what I'm doing. Yes?"
"Ok."
"Wrong answer. Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"That's my girl. Come. Now."
"Yes."
"I love you, Laurie."
"I love you too."
"Remember what you promised then. No objections, no hesitation."
"OK."
"No, not OK. You know the word I want to hear from you from now on."
"Sorry. Yes."
"That's right. Now, stand up. Let me look at you. Yes, just like that. You look especially beautiful today. Have you done something? The hair, right?"
"Just a little trimming. And I got some darker strands. Do you like it?"
"Looks great, sweetie."
"And… I did another thing too. I hope you don't mind, but I went to a tanning salon."
"Why would I mind? The result is stunning."
"I don't know. It was pretty expensive."
"Ok then. Here is a promise. As long as you want to make yourself pretty for me, you can do whatever your dear little heart desires."
"Really?"
"Ok, short of surgery. But tan, go to the gym, do your hair, facemasks, strange creams, manicure, anything that makes you happy. But honestly, I don't see the point. You are already the prettiest and sexiest girl in the world."
"Aww, dad. You're just saying that."
"I have never been more honest. I think it's time I get to see more of that girl and her lovely new tan. Why don't you step out of that dress? Take it off. Slowly, and keep looking at me."
"Shit. This is really happening, isn't it?"
"You better believe it, girl."
"Ok. Uh, should I lift it up?"
"No, unbutton the front. … That's right. Keep going. … That's just beautiful. Nice bra. I didn't know you had any hot underwear like that."
"Just a little. I don't exactly wallow in cash. And I never dared to ask you for money to buy stuff like this."
"Hmm. No, I guess not. But that's soon to change, I want you to have and wear all the sexy lingerie you can think of. You have a body that is made for it, and with my new job on the west coast, I can afford to buy you anything."
"Let me guess. You want me to wear it around the house?"
"Now and then would delight me. You do what you want, but if what you want is to make me happy, that's one good way. "
"I'll, uh, keep that in mind."
"On the other hand, pigtails and cotton panties can get my blood boiling too."
"Haha, eew, you dirty old man."
"Guilty! Now, indulge a dirty old man and get that dress off your shoulders."
"Yes, daddy. Like this?"
"Oh my god. You sweet thing. You sweet, sexy thing. Laurie, I can't hold back any longer. I need to touch you, right now. Come closer, come sit on my lap."
"Yes."
"No, not like that. Spread your legs and straddle me. Yes, that's better. Now sit still and let me do the rest of the unwrapping. Just raise your arms, so I can pull the dress off. Lovely. Ah, there it is."
"What is?"
"Your tattoo."
"Yeah, my little belly angel. Do you remember how much you freaked out when you first saw it?"
"Hahaha! Yes. I suppose I just hadn't realised that my little girl had grown up into a young woman. That was some shock. But I guess that every parent goes though that."
"Mhm. But not every parent goes from that to seducing their offsprmmf… mmm… mmm… … … ah!"
"You were saying?"
"Wow. You kiss much better than any guy I've made out with. Oh yeah… um, dad? We need to talk."
"What is it now, Laurie? Having second thoughts again?"
"No! Not anymore. I just need to ask you something."
"Go on."
"I guess you have a, you know, fantasy about this night. I don't want to disappoint you, so I must be honest."
"Honest is good. Always be honest with me, honey."
"Ok. So… Did you, um, expect me to be… a virgin?"
"That this would be your first time? That I would pop my daughter's cherry? Oh no. If you were, that would have been nice. But if you're not, then you're not. It doesn't change how I feel about you."
"Good."
"So I take it someone beat me to it."
"U-huh. Just one. And only one time."
"Someone I know?"
"You might. His name is Joel Kinley."
"Tall guy, plays hockey? Yeah, I know him. He's a good kid. Trains the juniors now, I heard. If anyone here deserved a piece of my girl's sweet ass, it's him. Were the two of you going steady, or whatever you call it these days? He's not your boyfriend now, is he?"
"No, it was just a crazy one time thing. We're cool."
"Well, I'm glad you didn't waste your cherry on some lowlife jerk. I'll tell you what. We're not in a hurry here. We have all night, so why don't we retreat to my bed and just cuddle up for a while? I want you to tell me all about your first time."
"If you want to. Let go of my legs so I can stand up then. You know, any other dad would have been out the door with a shotgun by now."
"As you may have noticed, I'm not any other dad."
"No shit."
"Any problem with that?"
"No. Actually, not at all. Not any more. I've made up my mind one hundred percent now. I want to do this."
"Then say it."
"What?"
"Say it. Spell out what you want."
"I want to…um…do it."
"Laurie, you can do better than that. You're a woman, don't talk like a girl."
"Ok. I want to sleep with you?"
"Close, but no cigar."
"Have sex?"
"Laurie…"
"Make…love?"
"Now we're talking! You have no idea how aroused you make me, walking there in nothing but skimpy lace, saying those wonderful words. We'll see how long I'm able to restrain myself. Especially when you wriggle your butt and bounce your boobies like that."
"Daddy, you can do better than that too. I'm a woman, don't talk to me as if I was a girl."
"What do you mean?"
"Butt? Boobies? You sound like a teenage geek. They're my tits and my ass. Call them that or keep your hands off."
"Yes, maam. Ass, ass, ass!"
"Ow, ow, ow! I didn't say you could spank me, you bozo!"
"Just trying to make you climb the stairs instead of discussing semantics with me. The faster we're there, the faster I can get a good feel of your boo…"
"Hey!"
"…tits, sorry. Or breasts. That's a good word."
"Mmm, yeah. I like 'breasts'. The word, I mean. It's so full of woman, if you know what I mean. Ok, we're here. What now? Dad? Where'd you go?"
"Right here, honey. I just thought of something. You look so stunning right now that I just have to have a little something to remember it by. I ducked into my office for the camera. Want to model a little?"
