"A real hipster activist"

Mr. Milton laughs as he tells you this. He knows it doesn't sound particularly desirable at all. And he sees your face contort into confusion and uncertainty.

"You know what it's like to be that age. She's all obsessed with socialism and feminism and all that dreamy progressive bullshit." He pulls up a picture on his phone and shows you. She's a pretty girl, but clearly doing everything she can to play down her beauty. She has frizzy, unkempt dark blonde hair that looks like it hasn't been washed in weeks, and she's wearing a pair of huge hipster glasses over a pair of piercingly pretty eyes. "But don't worry," He says. "We'll make improvements."

You can't believe you're about to take him up on this. But you don't have any other choice. Not really. You ask the first question that pops in your head. "How does she feel about what you've turned her mother into?"

Mr. Milton chuckles under his breath. "She's not happy about it. She'd happily cut off contact with the two of us. But her tuition has to come from somewhere. Which means she has to deal with it. And she has to come when summoned."

And surely enough the next day she does. Mr. Milton sits at his desk and she sits across from him. You sit in the back of the office, watching like a good, noble crony.

"Why did you ask me to come here?" She's the type of girl who seems perpetually annoyed. "You know I don't like being here." But her hidden beauty is just as apparent in person as it was in that picture. Maybe even more.

"It's nice to see you Margot dear. We haven't seen each other in a while. I thought you'd just like to say hello." Mr. Milton responds. You can tell, he enjoys antagonizing her. She lets out a big, frustrated sigh. "Actually I think we should talk about your career path. What's your major again?"

"Sociology" she rolls her eyes.

"I think perhaps you'd do better in a different industry." Mr. Milton is calm as a cucumber.

"Oh yeah? What's that." Margot responds.

"Adult entertainment." Mr. Milton says, clearly knowing it's just going to upset her. You watch, unsure how upsetting her gets you closer to your goal.

"Ugh" his step-daughter responds. "The porn industry trades in the commodotization of people and is part of a system of capitalist demagoguery that seeks to replace our need for intimacy with a desire for heightened consumption so it can sell it back to us for a profit. The porn industry is gross. And you know that." She looks back at the door. She's ready to go.

Mr. Milton shrugs. "I know your mom has made some videos and she's made a good profit off of them."

Margot leans in toward her step-dad, increasingly angry. "The fact that you think profit is my ultimate goal is offensive not just to me but to all other homo sapiens on this planet. And there is no chance, none, never, no chance that I would ever aspire to be whatever the hell kind of patriarchal, capitalist, fantasy sex doll my mother has become."

Mr. Milton smiles. "Never?"

"Of course never."

"Say never again."

"Never."