The zipper? She wanted me to take the skirt off? I couldn't do that. Even as I thought it, I knew I could. Not only that, I knew I would.

My hand went to my zipper. I continued to look at the ground. I slowly pulled it down. I kept picturing what was going to happen. My daughter had seen me in my underwear before. Thomas hadn't. But I had never been ordered by my daughter to take off my skirt and show someone my underwear.

The zipper was undone and I started to push the skirt over my hips. As I did the thoughts kept rushing in. If I...