Mr. Nethers

At work in his cushy advertising job, he receives an email late in the afternoon from his daughter’s school. It is a letter sent to all the parents.

“A nude policy for the senior cheerleaders? What nonsense is this?”

Then he opens the attachment showing a picture of his daughter.

“Ah well, that changes everything…Bunch of perverts!” He laughs.

“Wasn’t there somebody who wanted to do a social experiment with the school not long ago? No need to get the other girls involved. Ha! Perverts.”

‘Better call Tiffany.’

He dials home and waits for his wife to pick up.

“Hello Lenny! How’s work?”

“Works fine. Did you happen to get any emails from the school today?”

“Oh yes. It’s a fine idea. But those poor girls.”

“I’m sure they will be stronger for it. Since school is pretty much taken care of, what about her home life?”

“Actually, I took care of that this morning. All of her garments went to the donation bin. I even threw out my panties so she doesn’t get any bright ideas.”

“Really sweetheart? Bright? Our daughters barely passing her classes as it is. Plus her total naivety. I’m surprised some guy hasn’t taken her vir-nevermind.”

There was a pause on the line,

“Sweetheart? Wait, our daughter is still-.”

“Of course she is Leonard, honey!” She said in that high voice that he knew she was lying .

“Okay... But you need to get her clothing back.”

“What? Why?”

“So our daughter doesn’t blame us. Let her hate the school instead.”

“But her underwear is in the trash and the church bin has a lock. And her practice is almost over, she will be home soon!.”

“Okay first, text Elena and tell her to spend the night at Heather or Megan’s house because you and I are having a date night. Then wash her trashed underwear. After that, talk to the reverend about getting her clothes back. Be sure to bring a picture just in case.”

“Alright. That could work. So where are you taking me?”

“I was thinking Amerigo’s. But tell our daughter I came home early to surprise you and unless she wants a surprise of her own, she should go straight to her friends.”

“Alright. But I don’t feel like Italian. Let’s go to Uchiko instead.”