I was staring at the contents of my closet. Daddy had told Mom that he was taking me bowling tonight, and I had no clothes that would pair well with the special underwear he'd left for me—something Mom would actually let me leave the house in. I could smell that dinner was almost ready; I had to decide soon. I'd just showered, but I still felt that familiar flutter of excitement. The weekend had been unforgettable. Three days in a row, Daddy had invited friends over to spend time with me while he watched. Yesterday had been the most thrilling. Not only had my high school principal and uncle joined us, but Daddy had introduced something entirely new and intimate. I couldn't wait to see what he had planned for tonight.
The front door slammed, and I knew Daddy was home. I heard his voice in
