Cynthia Dion:

As he stepped out of the room, I turned to gaze at my father, who looked as if he'd seen a ghost.

"I swear, I wasn't gonna help him," he began pleading with his hands clasped in front of his chest. "You're my daughter, right? You won't harm your old man," he looked terrified. It seemed like he could see the wild side within me better than I could feel it.

"I won't harm you. Just make sure you don't even talk about Flora to yourself," I cautioned, and he got ...