Nothing but lame excuses

"It's not what it looks like...!" Jennifer managed to stutter, while trying to hide the book she'd been reading with her free hand. The other remained underneath her own body however, and Jack didn't need any second guesses to figure why she chose to stay in that particular position.

"Uh, right..." He heard himself mumbling, while trying his best to keep from staring at the girl's bottom, or imagining how her fingers were likely too wet and sticky with her juices to be shown in public. Some other fantasies were creeping into his mind as well, but at least he was able to dismiss them for the time being, so that he could keep thinking rationally while turning his back to the girl on the bed. "I'll just get going then."

With that he simply **** himself to walk right back to the door, and just barely turned his head around to give her a quick glance, before leaving her alone in her room again.

"T-thanks...!" She seemed to say, though he couldn't really hear the words, and brief but nervous little smile even touched her lips when she met his eyes with her own. The she slumped on her bed, as if letting out a sigh of relief, just as her father closed the door behind him and left. The next time she'd definitively remember to lock the door, he figured, if she felt like having some private time to herself again.

For now she wouldn't be bothered again though, and Jack couldn't stop from feeling like he was missing out on something while he was heading down the stairs to the kitchen. He didn't really think that his daughter would keep doing what she did before his interruption, but even if that was the case he found it far more disturbing that some parts of him wanted to go back and have a look, just in case she did...