"You just come right back here young lady!"
Kate, sullen, resentful swaggered back into the living room
"What now?"
She knew what of course. She used at least to go through the motions of pretence. I knew full well that she kept her party clothes round her friend's house. And she knew I knew. That was the deal. What I didn't see wouldn't hurt me.
But now it was different. Now she flouted my rules with relish. Coming home at all times, wearing what she liked, even swearing in front of me.
"You are NOT going out like that"
"You can't stop me. I'm 18"
"While you live under my roof -"
"Yeah yeah 'I abide by your rules' blah blah"
She stood in the doorway defiantly, her long blonde hair framing her pretty face. Her eyes and lips made up in what she imagined was a sophisticated way. A skimpy white cotton top with the obligatory expanse of smooth flat tummy. A tiny pale blue micro skirt clung to her tiny waist and womanly hips exposing all but the very tops of her long shapely bare legs.
"Jesus, had a good look?"
"I'm just wondering when exactly my daughter became such a slut"
"Fuck OFF"
Her eyes glinted. I knew I'd got to her.
"And don't use that language in my house."
"Why not? You do. What's the matter daddy, can't you bear the thought of all those gorgeous boys with their firm muscular young bodies looking at your daughter?"