Call your daughter’s bluff and say, “Yeah, sure, you can go out after you suck my dick.”

Not buying into my bluff for a second, you tell me ‘no’ once more by saying, “Yeah, sure, you can go out after you suck my dick.”

I recoil, looking disgusted. I was bluffing! I had put on that display just to demonstrate to you again how **** I am to go out; I never in a million years expected you to say okay! Looking grossed out and annoyed, I say, “Eww! Are you kidding?! That’s fucking sick.” At my wits end, I shake my head and look around the room, not wanting to make eye contact with you right now… then sigh, roll my eyes and say, “You know what? Fine, whatever, I’ll do it.”

Surprised, you sit frozen for a second, wondering if this thing is seriously happening. Still kneeling between your legs, I look annoyed and a little grossed out as I impatiently say, “Well? Take it out.”