She walked out of her room and into the living room, where her father was now engrossed in the ballgame on TV. He was wearing a tee shirt and loose fitting basketball shorts.

His attention, however, was quickly diverted to his daughter. 'Oh fuck,' he thought. 'She looks good enough to eat in that outfit. Where did that come from? I can see her fucking panties every step she takes!'

"Hey, honey," he stuttered. "Where did you get the new pj's?"

Hannah flopped down on the couch, next to her Dad. "I bought them a few months ago, but Mom says they are inappropriate. Do you like them?"

Don swallowed....