Preview: Dad? I have some questions.
by ahorsewithnoname
THE PRESENT
"Dad? I have some questions."

As I lay in bed with my 17-year-old daughter, I chuckled.

"And what might they be?" I inquired.

ONE YEAR EARLIER
I'd been doing a lot of traveling over the past few years. International banking will do that for you. Europe, Asia, South America, and even a few jaunts to Australia. Since my wife died six months ago, well, with a teenage daughter, I had no choice but to break from the company and do something different. A modest insurance settlement from the car accident helped cover the transition from employed to self-employed. I now was able to work from home, doing a bit of day trading, and some consulting with clients I acquired via word-of-mouth.

Madison had a tough time with the loss of her Mom. Plenty of teens rebel against their parents, but Maddy hadn't gone through that stage, and she was quite close to her Mom, especially since I was sometimes gone for a week or two at a time. I'd stay in touch via FaceTime, but still, it's just not the same and while I have regrets, I wanted to provide a safe and secure life for both of them, then, and in the future.

It was Saturday, late morning, and I'd just finished up a bit of work and was heading upstairs to take a shower when I heard Maddy yell out, probably assuming I was still downstairs by the volume of her voice.

"Dad? I have a question."

Passing by her room, the door wasn't one hundred percent shut, so I just pushed it open and entered.

Madison, my 16-year-old daughter, hair wet and slightly frizzy from just obviously having showered, was standing naked in her room with what appeared to a vibrator in one hand, and a couple of batteries in the other.

I am not entirely sure who was more stunned, her or I. The expression on her face went from stunned, with her mouth open and her blue eyes wide like saucers, to mortified, her face red and eyes welling with tears as she looked down at her body, the vibrator, and then back to me.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," I began, backpedaling right into the door. It got my shoulder and the back of my head. I cursed and heard Maddy's intake of breath; I'd made it a policy never to swear around her.

Maddy had one hand behind her back, trying to hide the sex toy, and the other was unsuccessfully trying to cover her nakedness, going from her breasts to her lightly furred vag.

"Maddy, I didn't mean to barge--you called and I was right--the door wasn't shut, oh Christ, I'm sorry, I'll lea--" and she interrupted me.

"Dad, it's not your fault, I'm just--oh fuck it, you've seen me and you're here so I might as well ask and complete this most embarrassing moment of my life." She put the toy and batteries on her bed, covered them with a towel, and then slipped into a robe, securing it with a sash.