How passionate is she?

"You know what?" you say. "I was just blowing off steam. I really don't think this is what you need. I'd hate to look at your daughter's face and tell her that I wasted her mom's time."

"But... but I said I wanted to do it. I can help. I can do the research. I can be slutty on air to bring in the males and the catty females."

"Too late," you say.

You head for the door.

"I'll do whatever you want." Tears are running down her cheeks. "Why won't you give me a chance?"

You stop, the door half open. "But can you really put your passion into something that's so far from what you were looking for."

"Yes!" she practically screams it.

"Show me. Show me the passion."

She runs the two steps across her living room to where you're standing and wraps her arms around you, then kisses you on the lips.

"I've got passion," she breathes.

"Yeah? Prove it."