A defiant Madeline attempts to recruit her father

"Oh daddy," Madeline sighed, rolling her eyes as she glanced back at him. "You remind me of my character's father in the movie, whose kind of racist just because he doesn't want to think about what black boys are doing to my body," she explains before biting her lip and looking to change the subject. "I mean her body, which I guess is my body, too. What would you do if I ended up with a black guy?"

"Well, I respect your decision, sweetie," Peter stammered, uncomfortable with both the conversation and the raging erection that resulted. "But I don't want anyone to take advantage of you, because you are very young and very pretty and very trusting..."

Madeline was nodding, eyes on the horizon as he spoke. "Well, actually, at first they trick and then **** us, but then eventually we're trained to love it," she conceded, "Hey, you've got some pretty genuine emotion about this topic, maybe you could play me and Lexi's father in the movie! We wanted to film one of the scenes in my bedroom, and were gonna skip school and do it while you were at work, but maybe we can do it while you watch..."

Peter felt light-headed as his darling daughter's words swirled in his head. Was he willing to participate in this, even go so far as watch it happen, or should he stand his ground knowing what's been going on behind his back?