Andrea sobbed into her pillow. "You can't do this to me! You can't! You can't!!" Her slim legs pounding the bedsheets, she buried her golden head even deeper into the pillow.
Wildwood looked up to heaven for the strength to deal with difficult daughters. Andrea emitted another wailing sob. Wildwood looked down at his daughter, at her pert posterior writhing on the bed. A flame of lust ignited. He quickly doused it with a cold shower of logic.
"Think of my position, Andrea. Think of your poor daddy's reputation. I can't let you go to bed with every needle-freak who crawls out of a sewer.""But you don't understand!" Andrea wailed through her sobs. "I love him! I love him!!"
Wildwood exploded into anger.
"No, no, no, no, no! His name's Frogman, for pete's sake!" he shouted, as if this were a crushing argument. "You're never going to see him again! And that's final!"He turned and went to the door. "When you've decided to be a good girl, dry your face and come down to dinner."
Looking back at the sobbing girl, he saw her disordered dress had worked its way up her lovely thighs to expose a lacy fringe of the pink panties he had given her for Christmas. A flame of lust ignited. He quickly closed the door.