She loved how light her scalp felt. How her short hair accentuated her long neck, her soft delicate shoulders. She imagined Henry, that moment at which he lifted the covers from his roommate's waist. She imagined the silence of the snowfall outside as he sucked her father into his mouth. She cut her hair short wanting to feel more what it was like for her Papa to be sucked by a boy. She wondered if while camping, alone together in the tent, if her father would notice her short hair, if he would imagine his hands in her hair pushing her down, her wrapping her fingers and her lips around...