“Baby boy, go up to your room and lock the door,” Frank whispered.
I didn't even have a chance to move when two policemen walked into the room, standing in front of me and Frank. They were both tall and thin and pretty. Pete started playing music loudly and Frank snickered.
“Oh, come on, Pete,” Frank complained but he was still smiling about it while I was just confused.
The men started dancing and stripping. I shrieked, dropping my goldfish and covering Frank's eyes.
“No!” I cried. “My daddy!”
Frank just laughed but didn't make any move to pull my hands away. I whimpered, hugging myself close to Frank as I pouted.
“Baby, baby,” Frank said softly. “It's okay, I'm all yours.”
“Mine,” I mumbled.
I pouted, pulling my hands away. I didn't look at the strippers as I buried my face
