We were going across country, but I wanted to get on a road as soon as we could. I knew we were going to be going through some mountainous country, so...I figured it would be easier traveling if we went by road.We had actually come about fifteen miles before we ran into what would later become US-60. I thought that would be a good way to go. Since it was late afternoon and we were all tired from lack of sleep last night, we decided to camp early. We went about a quarter of a mile off the road and. "Daddy! Wha-?" It's okay, sweetheart. What's wrong?" I asked, as gently as I could.Through her broken crying and restarting her sentences several times, she related that a bunch of other girls told her that she wasn't pretty, would never get a date, and would die a lonely virgin.I pulled her in close to me. "Oh, sweetheart. They don't know what they're talking about. So you're wearing overalls and like your hair in two braids. That doesn't mean you're ugly."She rested her head on my shoulder.. His joy was to be short-lived. Late that night, too excited to sleep, while he was digging through his secret stash between the floor joists of his room, an argument between his parents drifted up through the floor grate. ‘Well, aren’t you going to tell him yourself,’ he heard his mothers voice, full of scorn and disdain. ‘I suppose you’re going to leave it to me to tell him the bad news. I’ve been after you for months to tell him and you just put it off and put it off. I know that you were. "They're pretty," she said, as if she read my mind. Did she see the agony I was going through, undressing in front of someone so epically gorgeous? "You're really beautiful," she said. "You know that right?" My heart skipped a beat. She was looking right at me. Her eyes drifted below my neckline. My nipples were standing out slightly in the air blowing on them from the vent. Her eyes came back to mine and she smiled. She hooked her thumbs under her panties and eased them down, never breaking.