Max

Since I was done with Father, I believed it was time to go see what my feisty one was up to. She wasn't in her room, but I was able to find her in the large dressing room, where her mom liked painting her face.

And she was quite the appearance dressed in a short red gown, which had flared from the mid-tummy downwards and stopped at her lap. It showed too much skin, and I wasn't sure I liked it.

On any other girl I didn't mind; they could wear a bikini if they wanted. I didn't care, but ...