"Dad? Do you think I'm a slut?"

"What the hell kind of question is that?" he was nearly shouting. "Of course not. How could you ask such a thing?"

"So you don't think I act like a slut around you? I mean, like these last couple days?"

"Oh, baby, no. It's natural to want someone. Even...well, it's not like a father and daughter never wanted each other before, so even if it's not a good idea, it's not exactly...wrong."

She seemed to think about what he said and a coy smile crossed her supple lips. But the smile faded before long.

"Do you think I dress like a slut?" she...