Dad and teen daughter, Willow, cope with quarantine.
Enjoy..
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"Dad?"
The kittenish voice came from the open doorway to Carl's home office. He looked up from his computer screen to find his daughter, Willow, leaning against the doorframe. The eighteen year old had colored her hair again. It was a muted shade of ginger that suited her tanned complexion to a T as it cascaded well past her shoulders. She was wearing a cropped, light blue T shirt that ended barely a couple of inches past her t**s, and a pair of light grey booty shorts she used to wear for playing volleyball or going to her dance classes. But she hadn't been able to do those things for months now, and Carl felt bad for the way he had to keep his teen dau
