"You think I'm sexy, don't you?" she said finally.

"What makes you say that?"

"I can tell by the way you watch me in class," she said, closing her eyes and resting her head against the back of the seat. "And now you can't keep your eyes off my legs."

"Well," he stammered. "It's just that think you're a very attractive young lady."

"Would you like to fuck me?"

"What?" he gasped.

"I just asked if you'd like to fuck me," Denise repeated.

"Of course not."

"Why not?"

"My God, Denise," he gasped.

"My old man started fuckin' me years ago," she giggled.

"Denise," he said nervously. "You're not really serious, are you?"

"Sure," she answered, switching her gum to the other side of her mouth. "He fucked me all the time until he left Mom for a younger woman."

"Wasn't it painful when you were so young?" asked Carl, completely shocked at what the teen was telling him.

"At first it was," she admitted. "But pretty soon it felt so good, we fucked every night after my mom went to work."

"Where did your mother work?" he asked.

"She was a cleaning lady in an office building downtown," she answered.

Carl drove on in silence, still unable to comprehend what the teen had told him. He couldn't understand how any man could sink low enough to molest his teenage daughter.

"Would you like to fuck me?" she repeated after a long silence.

"Of course not," he answered quickly.

"I'm sure a hot piece of ass," the girl said. "My God," he gasped. "I can't believe you, Denise. Why, you're still in high school!"

"I know, but I'm also eighteen," she giggled. "But young girls get hot pants, too."

"Then go after a boy your own age," he suggested.

"High school kids are so droopy," she sneered. "I like real men."