Alex saying to her Dad, "I think we should just... resolve this."
Her father replying: "What do you mean?"
Remaining in her seat at their little breakfast nook table, leaning into him, putting her hand on his leg.
***
Morning weight lift in their rec room. Alex working her legs. Dad working his chest.
Alex glancing furtively at his abs as they peek rhythmically out between lifts. Blushing, the blush hidden by her own effortful squats.
***
Alex coming home for Summer after her first year in College. Both her parents greeting her with joy. Alex Hugging Mom, happily. Hugging Dad for longer, squeezing her chest into his.
***
Dad in the shower after lifting, closing his eyes as though it would keep the images out of his mind. His daughter's beautiful, toned legs pumping up and down, back and forth. Her bottom flexing as she squats over and over again.
His penis rising, himself assiduously concentrating on washing his hair.
***
Alex, a freshman, sitting in a bar, in a glamorous dress. A man in his fifties approaching, with a nervous smile.
The man asking "Are you Rachel?" Alex answering yes, shaking his hand, preparing for a night's work.
***
Alex, hand on Dad's knee at the breakfast table, saying "A real kiss I mean. Just to see. Probably we'll hate it and that'll be it. But let's just try it and see?"
***
Dropping mom off at the airport one evening for a week long business trip. Driving away, Dad asking "Where should we go for dinner?"
Alex smartly replying "Strip club?"
Dad laughing, Alex snickering. A joke.
***
Alex in the shower after lifting, bringing her father's abs to mind intentionally, her hand on the wall, her other hand at her clitoris.
Alex stopping just short.
***
Alex after breakfast, changing from the robe she had been wearing while talking with Dad, into one of her fancy, slinky work dresses.
***
The fifty year old gentlemen introducing himself: "I'm Fred!"
Alex laughing, "Oh my God, that's my dad's name."
Fred giving an aw shucks grin. "Well that's awkward."
Her father's name is not Fred, just as hers is not Rachel.
***
At breakfast, dad finishing the prep. Alex at the table, wearing underwear and a robe, being casual about the area of her chest between her breasts.
"Wow Dad I wish I could find a boy like you at school."
"What do you mean?"
"They take me back to their place and microwave a pizza if I'm lucky. Usually it's straight to, you know, bed. Meanwhile you're a handsome dude AND you can actually cook. No wonder I had such a crush on you when I was little."
Dad turning away a little too fast, an egg sliding off the plate he had in hand. Alex giggling as he grabbed a towel. "And he cleans too! You're a catch Dad!"
***
The strip club suggestion clearly being a joke, the two of them settling for some place like Olive Garden. Alex going into work mode, and it's not hard. She's laughing at his jokes because they are funny. She's gazing into his eyes while he speaks because he is one of the most handsome men she has ever seen.
Alex and dad sharing desert. Alex putting up her hand as they finish: "Great date Dad." Alex winking as dad awkwardly returns her offered high five. The unmistakable electricity in this brief contact which she knows he felt too, just as she also always knows what her clients are feeling.
Dad trying not to sound like a scold, saying "I only date your mother."
Alex rolling her eyes and smiling, "I know Dad it was just a joke sheesh."
Dad standing up. "What's next? Home?"
Alex curious: "Where else would we be going next?"
***
After the bar, after dinner, Alex and her client Fred driving to his place. He is stopping the car an asks without looking at her. "Would you... like to come in?"
Alex, true sympathy in her eyes, wondering how he (and many of her other clients) could be so nervous at this point, when they have literally already paid her money to do exactly what they know she will do.
Alex leaning over, reaching up to turn his face towards her. Alex and her client Fred, kissing under the exterior garage lights.
***
Alex and Dad in the rec room, cooling down on the treadmills when Alex suddenly says "Race you! Loser gets a purple nurple!" and turns her speed way up.
Dad turning his speed up to match, yelling "A what?" over the increased volume.
Alex laughing as she runs. "You heard me Dad!"
Dad turning his speed up slightly. "I didn't! What did you say?"
Alex turning to grin at him, turning her speed up to just edge his out.
Alex winning in the end, both of them collapsing to the floor laughing.
Alex crawling over to her dad, "Alright, time to pay up."
***
Alex at breakfast, her Dad finished cleaning and looking clearly embarrassed.
"Aw come on Dad you know every little girl has a crush on her dad right?"
Dad keeping it light. "I mean I've heard that, I thought it was a joke."
"Nope!" Alex then saying with a squint. "The real question is, did you have a crush on me?"
Dad, making a dismissive noise like pshhhhhhhh
Alex tilting her head. "You sure about that? Let's define crush first."
***
Alex after the rec room, her dad still in there recovering, groaning and laughing in pain.
Alex approaching the door to the bathroom in the hall. Alex pausing. Taking off her sports bra, facing the door, leaving her bare back exposed.
Alex opening the door, but just standing there, facing the shower, her back to the hallway.
Alex waiting til she hears her Dad just rounding the corner.
Alex walking methodically into the bathroom, turning just a bit as she shuts the door, careful not to see Dad, knowing that from the hall, for just an instant, the side of her left breast was plainly visible to anyone looking.
***
After Olive Garden, Dad quietly driving, Alex quietly sitting in the passenger seat.
Dad refusing to look at her legs.
The car not slowing down, but approaching a strip club on the right.
Alex and Dad both wondering, is there a way to play this?
The car passing the strip club, Dad laughing. "Did you think we were going to Sparkles?"
"Pshhh. No!"
***
Dad, on the floor, laying next to Alex, catching his breath. "What am I paying?"
Alex grabbing his shirt, pulling it up. Her Dad yelling "What?!"
Alex grinning at him. "I said loser gets a purple nurple."
"What? Oh... no!" Dad laughing, trying to push his shirt down. "I wouldn't have agreed to that!"
Alex with a smirk, continuing to push the shirt up. "I happen to be pre-law as you know dad, and that means I haven't learned yet that a contract is a meeting of the minds."
Dad, puzzled. "What? I don't..."
Alex taking this confused opportunity to jerk his shirt up and grab his nipple. "You gonna stay still for it?"
Dad whispering "fuck," then saying with an eye roll "yeah..."
Dad practically screaming as his daughter twists his nipple with surprising deftness.
Alex laughing, Dad laughing. Alex wondering what if she'd let him win. Alex doubting he would he have done the same to her even if she'd insisted.
***
Alex dancing with Fred, this sweet old man who's afraid to make a move even in his own house.
They are slow dancing. As they dance, she asks him to unzip her dress in the back. He does, and she begins to unbutton his shirt. But they continue dancing.
***
Alex and Dad, defining "Crush."
Did you think I was pretty? Of course.
