Like an i***t, Lindsey rose to the bait. “s*x Ed! You teach that, to those little children? Those little girls? And what would you know about...” Lindsey felt the heat rise in her face; saw the gleam in his eyes. If there was an award for gullibility! she thought, and taking a step back, she punched him straight in the middle of his chest.
“Ow-w-w,” he fainted pain. “And I was about to ask you to help teach the class.”
“I’m surprised at you, Father,” she shot back, readying another punch, her voice touched with sassy.
“No! No!” He lifted his arms in self-defense. “C’mon,” he checked his watch again. “Come and meet the children.”
Lindsey dropped her hands. “I’d love to,” she replied.
