It does, but it's the morning that's the problem.

You sleep surprisingly well, so well that when you’re awakened by shouting coming from downstairs it’s after 9 a.m. You get out of bed, throw on a bathrobe, and head downstairs to see what’s the matter.

Your wife and daughter are standing in the kitchen having a shouting match.

“COLLEGE GIRLS DO NOT DRESS LIKE THAT!” Melissa yells.

She isn’t wrong. You look at your daughter, shocked. Her bright red top barely covers the bottom of her breasts exposing her midriff. Her black skirt rides low with her thong straps coming up and hugging her hips. The skirt ends just below her ass cheeks and you’re fairly certain if she were to bend over it wouldn’t leave much to the imagination. There’s roughly six inches of flesh between the bottom of the dress and the top of her fishnet stockings. The stockings cover her feet which are strapped into 4-inch high red stilettos. Never in your life have you seen your daughter dressed in such clothes.

Melissa turns to you and says, “I have no idea what’s gotten into her. When she came down stairs I thought I was a joke, but she’s seriously going out in public dressed like that.”

Ashley looks absolutely ashamed and uncomfortable in those clothes. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were essentially responsible for her current situation you’d order her upstairs to change. All you can muster is a less than commanding, “The outfit certainly does seem inappropriate.”

Your daughter looks up. Her cheeks are streaked with mascara. “Daddy, tell her I can dress how I want to dress.”

“Are you on ****?” Melissa asks in a very serious motherly tone.

Ashley shakes her head, “No, I told you, this is my choice. I want to look more adult.”

You stand there on the edge of the kitchen unsure what to say. Melissa notes your silence. “John, are you just going to stand there and let her make a mockery of our family by walking around like a two-bit...hussy?”

You want to tell her to go upstairs and change, but don’t know what the fallout will be with the blackmailer. Have you let this go to far? You mutter, “Well, she is 18.”

Ashley looks relieved to hear you take her side, but there’s no mistaking the rage in Melissa’s eyes. “Being 18 doesn’t make her a responsible adult! Do you know that she gave away nearly all of her regular clothes and replaced them with...with...stripper clothes?!”

Ashley unhelpfully steps in. “Yes, Daddy knows, he’s the one who gave me the money to buy the clothes, because he cares about me more than you.”

“Is that true, John? Did you let her buy these clothes?”

“For fuck’s sake, Melissa, I gave her the money, but I had no idea this is what she’d bring home. Look, she’s probably going through a phase. I’m sure as soon as she goes somewhere public like that she’ll come around.”

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing,” Melissa says throwing her hand sup, “I can’t believe you’re willing to let YOUR daughter go out in public like that.”

Ashley starts sobbing, “This is how I need to dress now. You don’t understand.” She grabs her purse off the table and pushes past her mother straight out the door.

Melissa scowls at you, “I can’t believe you let her go.” And she heads the other direction straight up the stairs. The bedroom door slams.

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