Father

Standing in the doorway, staring at you, is your father. The sight of your father is startling, and the fact that he is ogling your writhing naked body is disturbing. You let out a shriek, and move to flip covers over your body, as your father simulaneously turns and slams the door behind him. You lie, panting, covered now by your sheets, with the rabbit still buzzing on the mattress next to you, and wonder how the hell you're ever going to look your father in the eye again. You turn off the vibrator, and pull the sheets over your head, unable to think with the shame you feel coursing through your body. You lay like that for several minutes, trying to decide the best course of action.