"If you weren't such a slut and if you dressed decent without your tits falling out, maybe my ex's would've left you alone."

It was true. My daughter was dressed like a slut, with a short skirt that barely passed mid-thigh and a tank-top that didn't even pass her belly button. I could also see the shadow of her nipples. She wasn't even wearing a bra.

"Maybe if you actually put out, they wouldn't need my pussy to satisfy them."

"You little bitch."

"Hey, okay," I said, "Let's cool it. We don't need to rehash the past."

"Oh, this is nothing, Daddy," Jess said. "We fight all the time."

Nina...