“Daddy!” “Mr. Morgan!”

It took me a second to find my voice. “I… I, uh… I wanted you to uh, turn it down…”

Both girls looked at me red faced, and I’m sure I was as red faced as them. “Daddy,” said Kelly, “how… how long were you, um, standing there?”

“Long enough, I think,” said Amy with a giggle, pointing in my direction.

I knew what they were pointing at, and since I’ve always been proud of that particular part of my anatomy I couldn’t help but give a little grin. “Well,” I said with a nervous laugh, “you girl’s really have that dance, ah, down…”

“Um, thanks, Daddy,”...