"You can't wear that!"

Lindsey glared at him, inwardly seething, her little fists clenched at her sides. I'll wear any damned thing I please! She gritted her teeth against the words, something in her daring them to come out.

"You want me to change, Daddy? " Her voice dripped saccharine, her eyes veiled.

"If you ever want to leave this house, I suggest you put on something decent!"

His gaze swept over the orange tube top and white satin shorts and she saw his eyes darken with something other than disapproval.

"Fine." Asshole! Who do you think you are? My father? Feh! Lindsey stormed back upstairs, grabbing her biggest purse, the floppy crocheted one with the flap on top.

She wiggled her shorts off and shoved them in the bag, and after pulling the top over her head, she shoved that in, too. She found a pair of Capri pants and a t-shirt, yanking them quickly on and bounding back down the stairs again.

"Better, Daddy? " She made sure her voice remained high and light, but her eyes bored holes into his skull.

His eyes hesitated at her breasts, no bra to contain them, her nipples pointing skyward. Finally, he sighed, "Fine. What time should I tell your mother you'll be back?"

Whenever I want to be back.

"Midnight.”

She slipped her sandals on and headed out the door, slinging her purse over her shoulder. In the garden behind the house, she stripped down to nothing in the beginning dusk, shoving her clothes into her purse. The white satin shorts and orange tube top were liberated from her oversized bag, and Lindsey wiggled them past her slim, naked hips, the shorts barely covering her bottom, the tube top simply accentuating the hardness of her nipples.