In a rush of movement, I exploded from my bed. Tossing my covers onto my sloppy mattress, I spread it out enough to cover the mess I was going to go check my appearance in the mirror, but my alarm started blaring, which freaked me out even more! I smacked the snooze and saw my hoody lying on the floor and snatched that up quickly.
"Honey?" my father repeated.
"J-Just a second," I stuttered as I zipped the dark-colored hoodie up over my hard nipples. It was baggy enough that it dangled just below my wet panties, hiding them. In a panic, I dove over to the door and opened it for him. "Hey--hi," I said, breathlessly.
My father was a handsome man. He started as a mechanic years ago but was more of a businessman now. He grew his auto shop business into nineteen different shops across the entire state, so he spent most of his day behind a desk, but still the hard body and calloused hands of a blue-collar worker. It wasn't uncommon for him to come home from work, sweaty, greasy, and needing a shower because one of his stores was down a mechanic, and rather than making customers wait, he got underneath cars to help.
He was a confident man who knew how the world worked and seemed to always have an answer for any question I had. But seeing him now was a different look than I had ever seen before, and it scared me. He hung his head, and his height seemed half of what it normally was.
"May I come in?" he asked.
"Um, yes, sure, of course," I said, remembering, through the panic, that the awkward conversation was fast approaching.
He stepped inside and stole a final look downstairs, where my mother still slept, before closing my door. My room felt much smaller with the two of us inside and the door closed. Much messier too. I kicked a pile of dirty clothes deeper into a corner.
Daddy let out a deep sigh and rubbed a hand over his face, "Sit down, honey," he said.
