Jody finally finished doing the dishes and threw the towel down in disgust. Everyone else had long since left the kitchen and dining room, going about their own rotten business while she'd been stuck here slaving away – as usual. She gave a low curse and walked out into the hall.

She saw Jason slouching on the couch watching a wrestling show on the TV. There wasn't any sign of anyone else. She walked down to the bedrooms, passing Keri's closed door.

She glanced at her watch. It was still pretty early. If she hurried, she could have a shower and go out and meet the guys for a little poker before it got too late.

She grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom. She looked at herself wryly as she stripped off her sweatshirt and pants, then skimmed out of her jockey shorts and halter bra. She wished she'd been born a boy. Boys got everything they wanted. They had everything easy.

She sighed and turned on the water, then stepped into the shower, thinking about the game tomorrow with Markham High. She was the best scorer on the field hockey team, and knew she'd wipe out the Markham team.

After a quick ten minute shower, she turned off the water and stepped out onto the floor, dripping water. She wiped her hair and body quickly, then grabbed the blow dryer. In another five minutes her short hair was combed dry and more or less neat. She was almost finished when there was a tap on the door.

"Gimmie a couple of minutes," she called out.

"Open the door," her father called.

Shit!

She pulled on her pants and slipped the sweatshirt over her head, then turned and pulled the door open, tossing her head to get the bangs out of her eyes. Her dad pushed her back and stepped inside, then closed the door behind him. He moved against her, his arms going around her and pulling her against him.