"Daddy, please?"

"Answer my question, Jessica!" he yelled, scaring her. "It's a simple question," he said, more calmly. "I didn't mean to yell, Honey. I'm sorry."

The last thing she wanted was for him to be angry. If this was inevitable, it would be even worse if he was angry at her. She didn't want him to know that she was excited and she despised herself for being so weak, but she was certainly not going to provoke him in any way.

"I've only done it a few times, I swear. Only one boy. I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm so sorry. I want to be a good girl. Honest. Please don't...