What are my options...

I pretend to think about it long and hard while my father stares broodingly at my heavy cleavage. A thought comes to mind, not a very good one but one none the less.

“I know daddy, I can do your laundry everyday for a week.”

“Wow, one whole week huh?” My father looks up at me cynically, before wrinkling his face in repulsion. “You better the hell do better than that!”

I shudder as he spits the words out at me. I have never seen my father this mad at me before in my life, in a way it kind of turns me on… but just a little. After all, he is my father.

“Two weeks?” I ask curtly.

“You have got to be shitting me Jane Doe, maybe two years but I swear to God if you are still living under this roof in two years I’ll probably already have taking a fucking bullet through the mouth.”

“Daddy, please don’t talk like that.” I sincerely am hurt and scared by the choice words my father uses.

“It was a joke kiddo, but listen you need to find an alternative to selling lemonade while dressing like a tramp. You need to maybe actually get a job… if not a secure job, maybe something like babysitting or mowing laws or delivery papers or something! Jesus Jane, I figured you would want to go to college with all your friends but here you are still living with your old man.”

“I like living with you, daddy!” I answer wrapping my arms around his back.

“… and I like having you here with me honey but you are costing me a hell of a lot of money. I was hoping that would stop after you turned 18 and you went to some college with all those scholarships you received.”

I break my grasp from my father and suddenly have an epiphany, “I know daddy! I can wash your car!”

A bemused look crosses his face as if he had just heard the wackiest idea in his life. “Sweetheart, sometimes I wonder how in the hell you got those scholarships… although my SUV does need a good wash. Sure honey, I’ll deduct ten dollars if you wash it from top to bottom.”

“TEN DOLLARS!”

“Take it or leave it.” My father smirks seeing the disappointment in my eyes.