"A cute little Asian thing"

At first you think you've misheard Mr. Milton. He can't have said that. It makes no sense. "Asian?" You say, half muttering your confusion to yourself, half asking him if that's what he really said.

"Yeah, can you believe it?" He declares. "My wife's first husband was Asian. I guess a few years sucking that little dick will make any woman long to be a sex doll for the rest of her days." Mr. Milton is crass. Then again you already knew that. Still, all this talk of divorcing your wife and seducing some innocent college student isn't exactly making you comfortable. You wonder if maybe you should drop this, apologize, go home and try to make it work with Nicole. "Here I have a picture" Mr. Milton says, holding his phone to you. "Her name is Candy. Well it's not but she likes going by it because it's more American."

And you know right then and there that you're snared. The girl is gorgeous, with long black hair, big chestnut eyes, small, petite features.

And she looks even prettier when you're sitting across from her in person, two days later. You've gone to Mr. Milton's house to meet her, though she's not really sure what's going on. All she seems to know is that her step dad has called her into his study, and there's this stranger there.

Mr. Milton gives her a fatherly peck on the cheek. "How's school going sweetie?" She shrugs. "Well, if it's not going so good, I was thinking maybe it was time to forget about all that and forge a new path." He smiles his charming, toothy smile.

"New path?" Her voice is small, unassuming, just like her body.

"I thought maybe the family business." He says, shuffling some papers, like he's doing something official.

Candy laughs. "Finance? You know I'm terrible at math, Daddy. I know you joke about me being Asian but..."

Mr. Milton interrupts by clearing his throat. "Actually I was thinking your mother's side of the family." He raises his eyebrows.

Candy furrows here. As just a silent spectator of this family, you have to wonder exactly what she thinks of her mother and what her mother does. She answers. "I'm.... not really sure what mom does for you."

Mr. Milton let's out a big belly laugh. But Candy seems to be serious, and he realizes it after a few moments. "You have to know this by now. You're old enough to have figured it out." He chuckles. But no response from her. So he goes out and says it. "Your mother fucks."

You can tell Candy is trying to keep her mouth from dropping. "She's a... prostitute?"

"Don't be ridiculous" Mr. Milton goes on. "She doesn't fuck for money. She fucks because she knows that's what she was made for. And because it helps out the company. But mostly because she's realized that she was put on this earth to be a set of holes to be penetrated."

Candy thinks about this revelation for a long time. You can see her trying to accept it... but not. "I think mom has more self respect than that."

And Mr. Milton jumps up. "Self respect? Let me tell you something about self respect." You sense he's made this pitch before. "Almost everyone on this planet is lying to themselves. They wake up in the morning and worry. They go to bed and worry. They work themselves to **** and worry that it won't be enough. Everyone is trying to impress someone, trying to fulfill some expectation of what they're supposed to be? And why? To make something of themselves? Most people don't make something of themselves. Most people make just enough to pass on to their kids and keep them in the cycle of lying to themselves and worrying. Those people have no self respect. They don't even respect themselves enough to be honest with themselves.

"But your mother has broken out of that. Your mother is free. She doesn't buy into it any more. She doesn't have a concern in the world anymore. All she had to do was stop worrying and start spreading her legs. It takes self respect to look in the mirror and say 'I know what I'm good for. I know what my life should be.' And that's what your mother did. She made a decision.

"And now my little girl, it's your turn. You're bad at math. Bad at school? Fine. What are you gonna end up being? Another mindless drone? You gonna spend your whole life coasting on my money? You can if you want. I got plenty of it. Or are you going to look in the mirror and see something special." He pounds his desk on that last word. "Special."

Candy says nothing. The room is thick with silence. "I need to think about..."

"Fuck thinking about it. Thinking about it does no good. Make a decision." Mr. Milton insists.

"Right now?" Candy seems flustered.

"Yes" Her step-dad answers.

"A final decision for the rest of my life?"

"Yes."

"Are you saying 'yes' over and over to get me to repeat it?" She smirks. Whatever her head space is right now, it somehow involves smirking. you wonder.

"Yes."

"I don't know what to..." Candy takes a deep breath and you can tell she's about to say something. She's about to make a decision.