Its dad

"Jesus Christ, he would have to call now." Jennifer swore bitterly.

Grabbing her phone, she closed her eyes for a moment, then hit accept and, in a now upbeat voice, said, "Hi Daddy, what's up?"

Listening for a minute, she replies, "Oh, I was in the shower, and I had to run. Sorry."

Her father said some more things to her. Rolling her eyes, she says, "Yup, I'm now the head cheerleader for the school."

You hear some more muffled conversation, and then Jennifer replies, "Really, thanks, Daddy."

Jennifer gets a tiny frown, saying, "Oh Daddy, one more thing. Consuela is stuck inside 24/7. I know it's a lot, but can you apply for one of those H1b visas for her?"

He says something to her, and she replies, "You'll think about it; that's great, Daddy. Night, night."

Hanging up, she looks at her phone, remarking, "Think about it, my fucking ass."

She tosses her phone on the nightstand, then starts ranting, "And what is wrong with you? When finding out your daughter's now head cheerleader for school, your reply is, 'I'm happy you exceeded my expectation.' I'm his daughter, not an employee getting a performance review."

Not being able to beat the man. You do the next best thing and reach over to hug Jennifer. Breaking down for a moment, the teen starts crying into your chest.

"Shhh, it's alright," you mutter into her hair.

Jennifer cries hard but not for very long. Sniffling, she stated, "It's not as if I should be surprised; he treated Jack and Myra the same damn way." Sniff sniff. "The only reason I haven't made an anonymous call to Immigration is if they deport Consuela, the best she could hope for is to be some **** lord's plaything."

Out of steam, your lover lay there in your arms for a time before muttering, "I kind of want you to stay the night."

The idea of waking up with this sexy girl wrapped around you was mighty tempting, but you didn't have so much as a toothbrush.

"Maybe next time; it's not as if we planned on school getting cancelled." You remind her.

Sitting up, Jennifer looks down at you, telling you, "I'll let you go this time."

Reluctantly you get up and start locating your clothing. Drawing on your boxers and pants, you search around for your shirt. You remember taking it off on the stairway, and as you're leaving to check, Jennifer gets another call.

Finding your shirt at the base of the stairs, you snag it and head back to Jennifer's room in time to hear her say, "Listen, you belong to us, so I'll take care of it. I'm ordering you an Uber, and tomorrow after practice, me and a couple of the guys from the squad will get your things, okay?"

Jennifer nodded a couple of times, telling the person they were talking to, "You did good." This was bound to happen sooner or later. Okay, text me when the Uber arrives."

Jennifer hung up the phone, telling you, "That was Becky; she had a huge fight with her parents, and they're throwing her out."

Horrified, you ask, "What happened?"

Giving you a wry smile Jennifer says, "She went home sporting a love bite on her neck, and her dad saw it."

Slightly sick that you inadvertently set this into motion. You start to say something, but Jennifer shakes her head, stating, "It was going to happen sooner or later. Her parents laid into her, and her dad said he refused to let a whore live under his roof. Well, she told him to his face that he'd better throw his wife out too because she's fucking the pastor behind his back. It really went downhill from there."

At a loss of what to do, finally Jennifer shows you out, saying, "I'll see you tomorrow."

Heading out to the car, you head home.