"Dad? Do you think I'm a slut?"
"What the hell kind of question is that?" he was nearly shouting. "Of course not. How could you ask such a thing?"
"So you don't think I act like a slut around you? I mean, like these last couple days?"
"Oh, baby, no. It's natural to want someone. Even...well, it's not like a father and daughter never wanted each other before, so even if it's not a good idea, it's not exactly...wrong."
She seemed to think about what he said and a coy smile crossed her supple lips. But the smile faded before long.
"Do you think I dress like a slut?" she asked next.
"Absolutely not," he said. "I don't even like that word. Where is all this coming from?"
"Yesterday, when I had to go to Mr. Franklin's office, he told me the female students of the academy didn't dress like
