They always rented two rooms wherever they went, but Sherry always stayed with her father… Now Sherry watched herself as she shed her clothes until she was completely naked. She liked to view her firm, young body in mirrors wherever they stayed, which was all across the country. She liked to palm her high, full breasts and run her hands over the curve of her hips and thighs. She knew she was sexy and men wanted her and she was pleased that she was a success at the age of sixteen.

"Daddy?" she called to her father in the bathroom who was still humming her closing number, the Wabash Cannon Ball, as he prepared to draw her bath. Never taking her eyes from her reflection in the mirror, she heard him turn on the water faucet and the sound of running water.

"Yes, love?" he said.

"Do you think I should start wearing sexier clothes – I mean, see-through tops and things like that? It might, help the act."

Victor exited the bathroom and stood in the doorway, totally naked himself. For a man of forty, he had a remarkably full scrotum and a long, though slightly narrow penis. "For now," he said, "the act is doing fine as it is. More daring costumes would only remove the air of mystery about you, love. Four-thousand a week is four-thousand a week. I think it best that we maintain your present image for a few more years." He ran his dark blue eyes up and down the length of his delectable daughter's body, pleased with what he saw. "Leave everything to me, sweet. Trust me."

"I always have," she said, smiling at him over her shoulder. "Whatever you say, Daddy."

Already she was beginning what she called "the mushies". The mushies came over her boy, making her feel passive and willing and eager whenever it was almost time to have sex with her father, which was often. Ever since she had been twelve and her father had indoctrinated her young body to the pleasures of sex, she felt this same anticipatory tingle run through her body when she was all alone with her Daddy just prior to bedtime.