Olivia: You and your Dad seem sweet.Amy: Thanks.Olivia: Are you okay? Are you always this quiet?Amy: Sorry. I’m just a little shy around people I do...’t know.Olivia: That’s cool, I understand. I hope my Dad and I didn’t freak you out at the beach yesterday. You know, because we were both naked.Amy: Umm.Olivia: It’s alright, I wasn’t always comfortable being naked around my daddy. But after a while, it just felt normal, ya know?Amy: Oh!Olivia: I know he loves me for who I am and loves my body. “Guess where I was just now.”“At the bar?” she said judgmentally.“Close. At the liquor store. To get beer and whiskey. But look. All I got was the whiskey.”She could see that half of it was already gone.“Why is that, you think?” he asked. He twisted off the cap and took another gulp and gave an over exaggerated grimace and a loud, “Ah!”She was feeling uneasy. She had seen him get mean on occasion with her mom and then there was this morning in the kitchen. But, she had this under control. She. It was very conservative in cut and came down past her knees. It buttoned down the front and was cinched with a thin black leather belt with a gold buckle. She had on simple gold earrings and was wearing more make-up than usual. She was surprised to see me, and became a little flustered when I kissed her on the cheek and made my way into her room “Hi, Jonathan,” she said. “I can’t...I have a...” “I know,” I replied. “I’m coming along to lend moral support...” Her eyes widened at this. “...And I. She opened up the car door and spreading her hands wide she looked at me and said, “Remember, this?”“I sure do, but why was your shirt tucked in and your short’s legs all the way down?”“My father would never let me out of the house with my clothes like they are now. He is really old-fashioned about me showing any skin. I even have to wait until he goes to work to wear my short dresses and skirts to school. He can be a real pain in the ass.”“I know about that. My parents are a bit old-fashioned.