He tries to apologize, and...

"Oh, shit..." Peter mumbled to himself as he shrank back in his seat, wincing at the light-headedness he was feeling as he tried to recall every inappropriate word he'd said since his daughter jumped into the car with him. He wondered how the hell such objectionable ideas had come out of his mouth, and directed to his sweet innocent daughter at that! "Look, I'm sorry hon... I really didn't mean any of that! Honestly! I've no idea what's gotten into me today..." He trailed off, and could see Madeline eyeing him a little warily.

"Did you have a rough day at work?" she asked him, still a bit shaken but sounding more like she was worried about him rather than what of what he'd just been saying.

"You've no idea!" He groaned with a bitter little laugh, hoping he could now change the subject and make her simply forget all the stuff he'd said. He tried to unload his work problems and stressors on the teenager while still concentrating on driving, keeping to the main story about being close to losing his job if he didn't get that contract done by tomorrow and leaving out the detail of how her beauty had put interracial relations on his mind.

"That's so unfair!" his little daughter exclaimed, shaking her head as he continued with describing the difficulties he was facing, and how hard he'd been working. "Isn't there something you can do? Or is this boss of yours really such a meanie that he doesn't know that you're already doing your best? Like, there's got to be something you can do, or that could impress him, right?"

"Hah, not in my lifetime!" Peter laughed again, mirthlessly, stealing a glimpse of his sweet busty little daughter before remembering Dexler's taunts and having another serious slip of his tongue. "Not unless I could be a hot little blonde, and willing to bend down over his desk for him!"

"Dad!" Madeleline gasped, making him bite his tongue as he realized his second big blooper of the day. "What is the matter with you?!" Peter just gulped and shrugged his shoulders, but his daughter started to put his last comments together with his earlier ones. She calmly asked, "Daddy, your boss is black, isn't he?"

"Well, yeah... that's true actually..." her father admited, hanging his head for a moment before returning his eyes to the road again, in disbelief this topic had been revived. But then, surprisingly, Madeline started laughing as if he'd just said something funny.

"Seriously daddy... what you said about black men earlier had me wondering if you were a racist, but this is all about your boss, isn't it?" The busty young beauty turned in her seat to face him directly, looking for insight into an adult world of which she had no experience. "It's not just about treating you badly, is it? Tell me what did he do to upset you so." Madeline tossed her hair, still laughing as if it was all some kind of joke. "What did he say about blondes? Did he actually say that you'd be able to keep your job if you were a white chick?"

"No, not really," he mumbled, trying to remember more exactly what Dexter had actually said, and how much was just a part of his own imagination. He'd definitively said something, and it had been pretty obvious what he was getting at... For some reason, that Peter couldn't quite understand himself, he felt like he needed to ease the weight on his shoulders and explain the rest of it as well . "You see... When Dexter told me I was about to be fired, he... There's this picture, of you, sitting on my desk... And he saw it..."

Peter's voice trailed off then, leaving the rest of the story unsaid after a couple of false starts, and there was a few moments silence before his teenage daughter seemed to have filled out the rest with some vivid imagination.

"Oh, my god!" Madeline said, just a little bit shocked, then stared at her father while he tried to concentrate completely on driving. "You mean... He really said that?!"

Peter chose not to comment at all, a bit unsure of what had actually been said and what had not, and even more uncertain of both what his daughter was now thinking had been said and whether he wanted to hear it. Apparently she took his silence as a sign of tacit agreement, and for some reason it made her laugh again, though not quite as heartily as before.

"Wow... Just, wow..." She said, shaking her head in disbelief but still smiling to herself, and then she started talking to herself, or possibly to her father, as if trying to make some sense of what he'd told her, or that she thought he'd told her. "That's just crazy... I mean, he can't possibly believe that I'd... What kind of crazy person would come up with something like that?!"

"Nuh-huh..." Peter could just nod and agree as his daughter rambled on, his own thoughts going to the mental image of sweet little Maddy reduced to Dexler's willing sexual servant, but somewhere in the midst of it he could hear the tone in her voice start to change. Gone were the teasing laughs, also the huffy protestations. Peter was nearly about to cause a major car crash as his daughter had put in some serious thought and was now telling him she would, in fact, be willing to do anything she had to do to help the poor old man with his boss!