"What are you wearing?" Mom asked me Sunday night when I plopped down on the couch to watch television with them, as usual. While I still call my father 'daddy' I called my mother 'mom'. I was a 'daddy's girl'.

"It's new. Do you like it?" I was wearing my usual white shorts but, instead of a t-shirt, I wore a purple halter top with no bra. It was backless to the waist but had a string that tied across the middle of my back, so it was held tight.

"It's pretty," she told me.

"This is a little more comfortable than what I usually wear. If I fall asleep...