Yes

The entire time she came, twitching against my hands, she kept on repeating it.

"touch me touch me touch me touch me touch me touch me..."

After what felt like an eternity, she came down from it, she pulled back, and stared at me lovingly. It was a look that I was familiar with from both my daughter and my wife...although admittedly, it hasn't been one that Rose has given me lately.

"Andrew, you're...fuck me, you're a god."

"Language," I said with a watery smile.

"Honey, come on. We have one more week. We might as well enjoy this."

Before I could respond, we heard the sound of the car re-entering the driveway.

My wife impresses me each and every day. Perhaps that's the secret to a happy marriage; she seems to be constantly raising the bar.

Admittedly, 'swapping minds with our teenage daughter' is going to be a tough one to top, but even the little stuff impresses me - like how she managed to change our daughter's look from 'freshly fucked' to 'presentable' in less than a minute, talking all the while.

"Honey," she said, adjusting her hair and wiping sweat off her...everything. "The date tonight - that's real."

"What??"

"I know! I'm sorry. He was...I was...look, it doesn't matter. What's important is...you need to get me out of it."

"Me? Why don't you just...-"

"Andrew. Seriously. I know we just...

She paused, and shot me a firm look.

"Well, you know. But trust me, in no time at all, it's going to be back."

"What is?"

"It! The...the urges! The libido! The hormones. It's a non-stop fucking loop. I have no idea how ANY teenage girl avoids getting pregnant, or...I don't know, masturbating to dehydration. It boggles the mind."

"Okay, so..."

My wife's words were interrupted by the sound of the garage door closing.

"So if you don't stop me, I'm going to go out with Philip."

"Philip?"

My daughter's cheeks went red, and I realized my wife was blushing.

"I don't want to. But...remember when I first found fancy cheese?"

"Yes. We had to stop keeping it in the house."

"Exactly. Philip is fancy cheese. If you don't stop me, I...I can't help myself."

I could hear my wife's keys in the front door.

"Ground me!"

"What?"

"We don't have time for this. Ground me! Find some reason, and...and..."

"Won't that be a little counter-productive? We're trying to...-"

"Fine! I'll give you a reason. Just please...ground me!"

My wife's head popped around the corner, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

"What are you two talking about?"

Balling our daughter's fists, Mary turned towards her former body. She threw her shoulders back, took half a step forward, and hissed two words:

"You. Cunt."

This wasn't the first time.

A few months ago, Mary had discovered a pack of cigarettes in Rose's room. Knowing what I know now about her boyfriend, I'm surprised that's all she found.

She threw them out, of course, and when Rose found out, she hit the roof.

The C-word was used, voices were raised, and Rose had been grounded for a week.

That time, I'd been the recipient of the curse word. At the time, I'd been torn between shock and amusement. Obviously no one likes to be called that, but it also felt a little like 'baby's first swear'. Cute, almost.

It had really hit Mary hard, however. I can't help but wonder if that was when she'd finally come to terms with the fact that we really had a problem.

This time, the look on my wife's face was...well, it was almost identical to the look on her face the first time it had happened. This time, however, the face was being controlled by our daughter.

Apparently she didn't like being on the receiving end of teenage rebellion.

Rose's elbow nudged me in the side, and I suddenly realized my role in this little play.

"Young lady, that is unacceptable! You are GROUNDED!"

"This is totally unfair!" she shouted back at me, and when I turned to my 'wife' for support, I was surprised to find that she wasn't there.

"Go!"

"What?"

My wife rolled my daughter's eyes, and pointed. "Go! Comfort her."

"But...-"

"Andrew, honey, this isn't hard. Go and comfort your damned wife."

"Right. Yes. Of course."

"If she asks why I was so mad, tell her that I found out about the diary. She'll know what it means."

"Got it."

"Oh, and honey?"

"Mmm?"

"After you're done...come see me in my room, okay?"

I don't know if she noticed the shudder that passed through my body as she left. Seeing that look of lust on our daughter's face...