![]() Ten days is longer than average, but it's not totally abnormal." "No, ever since I got my period when I was 15, it's been that long." "Well, is ten days your usual length? Or did this just start?" "Anyway, my period lasts like, seven days, sometimes ten." That would be even more awkward, and this is already awkward enough." "Do you want me to get your mother on the phone?" ![]() "See, um, I was talking to my friends at school." She had friends? ".and they were saying their periods only last a few days." What, uh, what did you want to talk to me about?" Suffice it to say, I wasn't surprised she was a virgin, but I wouldn't have been surprised if she wasn't either. But she did have assets, which I don't even think she knew about, like curvy hips, a very firm behind, and plump breasts. She was the type who would rather read a book than go out with her friends, probably because she didn't have any friends. I'd never seen her wear makeup-she claimed animal cruelty or something-and she refused to use any sort of hair product, so her hair was always a mess. Now, while my daughter did have a certain sex appeal, she was also what one might colloquially call. You know me, conservative at work, liberal at home." "The opposite? Oh, my god, you had an abortion! Well, that's your choice. "Jesus Christ, Daddy, I'm not pregnant! I'm the exact opposite of pregnant!" "Sorry, I didn't mean to speak ill of the undead. How the hell do you get pregnant at an all girl's school? Why didn't you tell me you had a boyfriend? Do I know him? It wasn't a priest, was it? God, I wish your mother was here, but she's probably still in Reno. Doesn't TV teach you this sort of stuff? Oh, god, tell me you're not pregnant. Well, I know we've never talked about sex, but you're 18, I figured you already knew everything you needed to know. oh!" I said, sitting up in my chair and clearing my throat. "Sherry, I love you, but I don't have time for twenty questions. "Um," she said, "okay, I kind of have a medical question." She sat down in the chair on the other side of my desk, crossing and uncrossing her legs, looking around at the bookcases as if she'd never seen them before. Sherry came all the way into the room, looking very nervous. "All right," I said, looking up at her and putting my glasses back on. ![]() I sighed, leaning back in my chair, taking off my glasses and rubbing my nose. "Daddy, it's kind of important," Sherry said. I don't know where the last eight hours had gone, but joining a new medical practice had me up to my ears in work. I had taken the day off for this very reason to catch up. I considered the matter closed and returned to my computer monitor. ![]() Can we talk over dinner? Will you have something delivered?" She brushed her auburn hair out of her hazel eyes, staring at me. She was bending her toes against the hardwood floor, looking nervous. Her long legs ran all the way down to her bare feet. My daughter Sherry was standing in the doorframe, still wearing her Catholic schoolgirl outfit, a white blouse and a checkered mini-skirt. I looked up from my desk, pushing my glasses up my nose. Thanks to my volunteer editor _penny_ for all the help. And unless you're a glutton for punishment, I recommend you skip the "extra scene" after the ending. Fair warning, this story contains some manipulation and reluctance, as well as some ludicrous plot mechanics. ![]()
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