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would talk to me if you had sex, right? And you know you have to be safe if you do?”
    She blushed. “I’d talk to you, yes. But I haven’t and I don’t really have any interest.”
    “Okay. I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you, sweetheart. Just please promise you’ll talk to me first.” He patted her knee, and she smiled.
    “Of course,” she said, meaning it. He’d taught her to never be ashamed of things, even when she’d started her period in his car. He’d hurried to get her pads, soothing her with the words, “Daddy knows about this stuff. It’s natural, baby, don’t be ashamed.”
    Even now, nudity and close contact weren’t taboo with him, and she liked the openness, the ability to tell him anything, to ask him anything. But, for the first time, she was going to hide something from him.
    Not to be defiant, but because she feared he would be ashamed of her. Miranda was going to get a job for her, but Julia didn’t want her father to find out the job was at a strip club.
    She picked up the cocoa he’d brought and took a sip. The burn warned her it was spiked, and she grinned at him.
    “You’re a good girl. Enjoy it.” He stood, tugging her cheek and left her alone with the rum-cocoa, the heady flavor invigorating her every pore. A bit of guilt bit at her, but she pushed it away. Was it really so bad she’d be getting a job so they wouldn’t lose the house she’d grown up in?
     
    She woke to soft sunlight streaming in through the windows. The phone rang and she snagged it, hoping Daddy down the hall didn’t hear it.
    “Hello?” she whispered.
    “Julia!” Miranda’s bright voice woke Julia the rest of the way.
    “Why did you call so early?”
    “To give you the good news. You start tomorrow. What are you doing for your birthday?” Miranda sounded bored.
    “Going to the lake with Daddy.” Julia sat up, running her fingers through her hair.
    “Oh, you lucky bitch!” Miranda’s adoration of David put Julia on edge.
    “He’s my dad. Of course we’re spending the day together, you whore.”
    “I wouldn’t care if he were my dad, I’d fuck him until-“
    “Julia?” Daddy’s tired face peeked into the room and she hung up on Miranda.
    “Good morning, Daddy. Want me to make you breakfast?”
    He shook his head. “I have to get ready for work. I was just making sure you weren’t talking to me.”
    “I wasn’t.” She smiled, placing the phone on her nightstand. She stretched, a huge yawn popping her jaw, and David left the doorway. The phone rang again, and she picked it back up.
    “Miranda, it’s so-“
    “Julia?” The voice belonged to Adam, one of Daddy’s good friends. “How are you this morning?”
    “Good. Let me go get Daddy.” She made her way to his bedroom, putting Adam on hold so he wouldn’t hear the shower running. Even though she was comfortable with the relationship they had, she doubted other people would be nearly as okay with it.
    People tended to freak out over silly things. She walked into the bathroom, phone in hand. The phone slipped from her grasp as she caught sight of Daddy through the clear glass. He stood, his member in hand, stroking it with rhythmic long tugs. His other hand pressed to the wall, and his head was tilted back.
    “Daddy?” she said the word, unaware it was coming out until his body tensed, his expression shifting.
    “Lia, what are you doing in here?”
    She bent, picking the phone back up, trying to look at anything other than his throbbing, purple-headed erection.
    “I, uh, I’m sorry, Adam is on hold.” She held the phone out, but he shook his head. “Tell him I’ll have to call him back. And we need to talk, hon.” He shut down the water and reached for his towel.
    “No, it’s fine, I learned about this stuff in school.” She left the room, her heart pounding. Hurrying to her room, she forced her voice to be steady and clicked over to Adam.
    “Hey, he’s not available, sorry. I’ll have him call