The DLG Club Ch. 07

This is the 7th chapter of a much longer story. If you have not read the previous chapters, I strongly suggest you do so before continuing with this one. This is a long, narrative, and character-driven story with plenty of spicy parts along the way. Enjoy!

DLG Chapter 7

Dishes clank and clatter over the chatter of the Double Triangle's breakfast crowd. The smells of bacon, coffee, and toast waft through the air as Chelsea leans through the service window and yells, "More shcrambled eggsh for table shix, pleashe!"

"Excuse me, miss? Could I get some more coffee?" calls a female customer seated at the bar.

"Shertainly. No problem whatshoever!" Chelsea says, sweat beading on her brow and spinning around to grab the steaming pot of black coffee. She tops off the woman's cup as well as those around her.

A few other hands are up, trying to flag her down, and Chelsea smiles sweetly and meekly, holding up a finger, "Be right there!" she says brightly.

Where is her sister? She can't hold down the entire restaurant by herself!

Suddenly, the bell over the door jingles and in comes Shelby, scoot-running through the restaurant in her black flats and light grey waitress uniform.

"Sorry! Sorry! I overslept." She scrambles over to the wait station. With a ka-chunk, the time clock viciously bites down on her punch card as she clocks in. She quickly ties an apron around her waist and asks Chelsea, "What'd I miss?"

Chelsea waves off her sister's apology and gets down to business. "Tablesh shixteen and sheventeen have menush and watersh. I just shent back shcrambles for shix. Mishter Roshenthal ish being a butt, and I think table ten wantsh to closhe out."

"Ugh... is he bitching about his bacon not being crispy enough again?"

"You know he likesh it extra crishpy."

"Got it. Okay, well, I'll go deal with Mister Rosenthal and then grab sixteen and seventeen. You go take care of ten, they're your tips anyway."

The sisters divide and conquer the breakfast crowd as they have many times before. When it's finally over, they each pull up a seat at the bar and sip on sodas.

It's about an hour and a half later, and the restaurant is practically empty save for a table of old-timers sipping coffee and reminiscing about the good old days. A couple of business types are seated at the bar.

"Whew! That wash crazhy!" Chelsea says, wiping her hands on a bar towel. "I didn't know what wash going to happen if you didn't show up, shish. What took you sho long, anyway?"

Shelby glances around conspiratorially. "I did it," she whispers giddily. "I got my glasses charm."

Chelsea's face lights up. "Really? That'sh great! What happened? What wash it like?"

"Well, I did oversleep, that wasn't a lie, but when I went to take a shower, Daddy was already in there. I started to use the one downstairs, but... I seized the moment and 'accidentally' walked in."

Chelsea covers her mouth to suppress a wave of giggles as her face turns bright red. "Then what? What did he... you know, look like?"

Shelby turns bright red herself and continues in hushed tones. "It was big. Like... really big. Bigger than in the encyclopedia."

"Really? Cuz Mishter Flagg'sh ish really big, too," Chelsea says, remembering one night back in late December when she was invited to come watch him and Eve 'celebrate their love'.

"Yeah, and it was really cute. He got all flustered and tried to hide behind the shower curtain but it's clear, you know?" she says, giggling even harder. "Anyway, I like, said something like, 'Oh sorry Daddy!' and left, but I paused for a second look on my way out. I think he might've suspected something."

"Well now I wanna shee it," Chelsea laments.

"You will. We're still switching this coming week, right? You get to see him naked, and I get to go on a date."

"Yeah, but shtill..." Now it's Chelsea's turn to peek around furtively. "Guesh what."

"What?"

"I kished him."

"You WHAT??" Shelby fires off.

"SSSHHHHHHHH!" Chelsea says, her blush going from red to purple. "Lasht night, after we got home from shearching for Lily. I went up to hish room while mom wash having her nighttime tea. He wash in hish shtudy shmoking hish pipe and reading hish Bible. I thanked him for the date again and jusht... kished him." Chelsea laughs musically, "Hish fashe wash sho funny! He started off shocked and then shmiled and shaid, 'Thanksh shweetie. I had fun, too'."

Shelby is beside herself with disbelief, her mouth frozen open, her eyes wide. "You little strumpet!" she finally manages. "I thought we weren't supposed to skip ahead!"

"I ashked Evie lasht night. She shaid to follow my heart, sho I did."

"Hmmph... well okay then. I guess I'll follow my heart from now on, too."

"Well, firsht follow your heart over to table twelve. The old-timersh need shome more coffee."

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Eve wakes up after sleeping hard the night before. The search for Lily was so physically and emotionally draining that she barely made it to her bed before passing out. Now she feels a little stiff, but refreshed. She hops out of bed wearing her favorite pajamas with kitty cats on them and slips downstairs to see Lily.

She pads down the steps only to find the couch is empty. Her Daddy has already gone to work (he always works at the office on Wednesday mornings), so she figures maybe Lily went to sleep in his bed after he left. Of course, there's always the possibility she slept in the bed with him. She hopes for Lily's sake that this is the case.

She sneaks down the hall so she doesn't wake her sisters and opens Randall's bedroom door. Lying on the bed, curled up in a ball and sucking her thumb is Lily. She is fast asleep. Seeing this tough, crass, unstoppable force of a girl in such a vulnerable, innocent state makes Eve's heart swell and burst with love for Lily. She very quietly tiptoes around the creakers, places a blanket on top of her, and kisses her on the forehead.

"Funks Kermy," Lily says dreamily around a mouthful of thumb and goes back to sleeping peacefully.

Eve's eyes prick with tears at this, and she tiptoes out, closing the door softly behind her.

On her way out, Daye opens her door. Eve's sister immediately adopts the "Awwwww! I caught yoooooou!" expression, but Eve holds a finger to her lips before Daye can say anything.

She whispers fiercely, "Lily's asleep in there. Don't wake her up."

Daye looks a bit crestfallen at missing a chance to land a playful jab on her sister, but nods her understanding.

The rest of the morning is fairly routine. Around noon, Randall comes home for lunch. Apparently, the sounds of his return wake Lily. She stumbles down the stairs, wiping the sleep from her eyes and yawning. Randall and the girls look up at her as she descends.

"What?!" She snaps, and Daye laughs.

"Nothing," she replies. "Good morning, sunshine."

Kaylee is making sandwiches for everyone and asks, "You want a turkey sandwich, Lils?"

"No. Like I told Rand... Daddy, last night, I don't want any handouts," she grumbles and opens one of her bags that lies next to the couch. She withdraws a can of sardines and an open sleeve of Saltine crackers. She sits down at the table and peels the lid back on the sardines. Eve, Daye, and Kaylee watch in horror as she lifts one of the small fish from the tin, places it on the cracker, and shoves the whole thing in her mouth. She looks up and sees them staring at her again.

"WERF?!" she snaps again, only this time cracker crumbs fly from her mouth.

Eve and Kaylee turn back to what they were doing, but Daye can't help herself.

"What are you eating?" she asks incredulously.

Lily swallows. "Sardines and crackers, so what?"

"Ewwwwww..."

"What's wrong with sardines?" Lily asks, confused by Daye's squeamishness.

Randall steps up. "Not a thing. What kind are those? Ah, the spicy ones. I like the ones packed in mustard best."

Daye looks up at her dad and asks, "Wait, since when do you eat canned minnows?"

"They're not 'minnows'," Randall tells her, "they're just small fish. You should try 'em. They're good. Me and your grandma used to eat them all the time."

Daye watches with disgust as Lily eats another.

"You eat the whole thing? Bones and all?"

"Mm-hm," Lily says, now enjoying Daye's discomfort.

Randall steps over to a cabinet and opens it. "I think... I have... yep, here they are. Just in case of emergencies... Or I want a snack." He produces two tins of sardines. He peels back the lid to reveal a stacked row of small fish in a thick brownish-yellow sauce.

Daye and the girls watch as their Daddy grabs one, tilts his head back, and drops it in his mouth.

"No... no way, Dad, that is GROSS," Daye states.

Kaylee asks, "Can I try one?"

"Sure, hang on," He turns and grabs a box of crackers from the cabinet, and places a fish on it and hands it to Kaylee. "Eve? Daye?"

Daye, eyes wide and covering her mouth, shakes her head. Eve looks at Lily, her Dad, and Kaylee and agrees resignedly.

Kaylee waits for Eve to receive her cracker before eating hers. "Cheers," she says to Eve, tapping the crackers together. The girls pop them into their mouths.

Kaylee chews a bit, and her face lights up. "Mmmm! Thersh irsh prerty gerd!"

Eve, however, doesn't have the same response. She chews a few times before snatching a paper towel from the roll and spitting her sardine into it.

"Nope. Not for me," she says. "Sorry."

Not to be outdone, Daye steps up. "You know, now that you mention it, it would be kinda like being a shark and eating a whole fish. That's pretty cool. Gimme one."

Daye eats the sardine as fast as she can, forcing herself to swallow. "That... was, erherm... delicious," she lies, adding "Here, fish me," holding out her hand for another.

Randall prepares another sardine for her.

Eve looks at her sister, concerned, "Daye, you almost barfed."

"No, I didn't, I was just... savoring it."

She chokes down the second sardine, gags, swallows it again, and opens her mouth to show it's empty, and says, "A flavor so nice I had to taste it twice."

Eve rolls her eyes, and Lily laughs.

Kaylee finishes making the sandwiches, and they sit down with Lily at the table.

Daye takes a bite of her sandwich and asks, "So, did you guys bone last night or what?"

"Dayton..."

Daye giggles and says, "Sorry, Daddy."

"He wishes," Lily says with a small smile.

Eve notices that her face gets a little red, but doesn't say anything.

"Well, what are you waiting for? You want to bone him, he wants to bone you, what's the problem?"

"Dayton, stop!" Randall snaps.

"Sorry, I just thought..."

Randall gives her a warning look, and Daye is quiet, except for muttering "Maybe if you guys did it, you'd be in a better mood," under her breath.

Eve decides to change the subject. "We need to do a make-up meeting for last night," she says. "We were only a little way through when Kim called and we left immediately to go help find you," she explains to Lily.

Lily looks ashamed. "Sorry," she says quietly.

"Don't be sorry, it was actually kinda cool. The DLG jumped into action and canvassed the area. It was sort of like a weird club activity in a way. It really showed that we take care of our own."

Lily smiles a little at this.

"Can you guys do tonight at seven?" Eve asks.

The girls all nod.

"Good. I'll send out a group text then."

"Great," Daye says. "And screw having pizza. Give me some minnooooooows!"

All the girls respond, saying they will be there at seven. The afternoon drags on a bit, but the girls have fun showing Lily around the house, having Eve take their measurements for their DLG outfits. While Eve heads up the street to get more charms from Bead It, the craft store, the other three girls have fun going through some old pictures of them as little kids.

Lily asks Kaylee, "I thought you only found out Randall was your dad like six months ago. Why are you in so many of these pictures?"

Daye speaks up, "She's always been kinda like a sister to us. We've been best friends for as far back as I can remember."

"And since you're our sister, you can be in our pictures from now on," Kaylee adds.

Lily chuckles, "Yeah, but I don't want any pictures like this," and she holds up a picture of baby Eve in the bath with bubbles on her head.

"I don't know, it could be fun..." Daye says suggestively, and they all giggle.

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The afternoon ends as the sun begins to set. The world is bathed in golden light, and the DLG meeting is near. The girls are getting restless. Eve is once again in her DLG outfit, and Lily is staring at her, green with envy.

"Is Daddy coming tonight?" Kaylee asks.

"Nah, I don't think he would want to be here for every meeting," Eve replies. "We'll have him here soon. I have some ideas for projects he can help us with," she says with a mischievous grin.

The girls all arrive and, after affectionately greeting Lily, take their usual seats. Mila has a shopping bag with her that she tucks beneath her seat.

They all share their stories about the search and ask Lily a ton of questions, but eventually Eve taps the podium and brings the meeting to order.

Picking things up from where they left off the night before, Eve asks the girls which tasks they completed and if they earned their charms.

Chelsea and Shelby look at each other, grinning. They take turns telling Eve and the rest of the club their stories about the date, the kiss, and the shower. When they're done, the girls all clap and congratulate them.

"And next week, we shwitch," Chelsea adds. "I get to shee him naked and Shelby getsh to go on a date."

The girls all agree that this seems to be a sensible solution.

Amy stands and says, "I saw my dad naked this past week."

"Okay, Little Girl Amy, tell us how it went," Eve gently prods.

"Well, I have my telescope, right?" she starts, obviously proud of herself. "So, the other night I told him I was gonna take it to the roof of the office building behind our house to get above the light pollution. He totally bought it. Then I went up there and used it to peek at him through the bathroom window."

"That's kinda like what I did," Mila says quietly.

"I know! You inspired me. Thanks, Mila."

Something about this story doesn't sit right with Daye, but she's not entirely sure what it is.

"How big was his dick?" Daye asks bluntly.

"What?" replies Amy.

"His dick? You know, his schlong? How big was it?"

"Um, you know. A good size. Like pretty much average, I guess. I don't know."

"Okay," Daye says, but makes a mental note to speak to Eve and maybe Amy later.

Mila raises her hand.

"Yes, Little Girl Mila?" Eve says.

Mila says in her shaky, shy voice, "I earned m-my envelope."

"That's great, Mila! How did it go?"

"He asked me if I wrote it."

"Wait, you 'wrote' it? Like with a pen?" Daye asks.

"Well, sure," Mila says. "How else would I write it?"

Eve steps in before this conversation escalates. "That's actually not a bad thing. If he suspects and doesn't say anything bad, then that's probably a good sign. Did he say anything bad?"

Mila shakes her head.

"Then that's good! Congratulations, Little Girl Mila."

"I... I also brought these. They're from the Hen Tie Hut." Mila takes the bag out from beneath her seat and pulls out a stack of Manga and anime smut.

"Ho-ly!" Lily says, impressed. "You got 'Forbidden Study Sessions', 'Sensei no Himitsu', AND 'School Days: Director's Cut'? What are you trying to do, rub your clit completely off??"

Mila's face turns bright red, and Lily realizes what she's done.

"No, you don't understand, Mila. These are great titles. I have these two, but I've seen "School Days" before. These are pretty... advanced. I didn't think you were the type, is all." She turns her head and mutters to herself, "That reminds me, I have an order I need to pick up."

The club descends into a bit of chaos as the girls dig through the collection of hentai materials, commenting on the cover images, the tentacles, the harems, and trying to pronounce the titles.

Eve taps the podium lightly to rein them in.

Once they have settled down, Eve continues. "This is actually really good, Mila. I'm proud of you. I think I might do a charm for this. A little TV, maybe, for watching porn with your dad."

Mila's expressions change from cheer to terror to arousal over the course of Eve's small speech.

"Now, for this week's charms," Eve announces. "First, the glasses. The Glasses represent clarity and revelation. Just as glasses help you see what was always there but slightly out of focus, this charm celebrates the moment when you truly see your Daddy as the man he is. It's about gaining new perspective and understanding, seeing beyond the surface to appreciate every part of who he is. Little Girls Shelby, Amy, and Mila, please stand and be recognized."

The club applauds them, and Eve clips the charms to their chokers. She also gives Mila her envelope charm.

"And now, the candle." Eve looks up at Lily and realizes she hasn't heard her story about her date with Randall. "Lily, did you want to tell us about your date?"

Lily looks uncomfortable. "It... it was fine."

Daye "Fine? That's it? Spill the tea, bitch! We want details!"

Lily looks a little shy and says, "Alright, alright... this is embarrassing though. If you laugh, you die," she says, while pointing around the group threateningly.

And to everyone's amazement, she tells them everything. The kid's cutting comment, the boasting, the Pierres, the frog legs and escargot, and her explosion before running out into the storm. By the time she tells them about Randall finding her in the cemetery and their first kiss, most of the girls are misty-eyed, while Kaylee is dying of excessive swooning. Lily quickly follows up with their impromptu second date at Shooterz, and how she spent the night at the Flagg home. She does leave out the part where she crept into Randall's bed or that she sneaked out at 5:30 in the morning, and the sisters don't mention it either. They let her have this moment.

Instead of erupting with joy, the girls quietly sigh and coo over her description of the date. Chelsea gives her a hug, and Amy puts a hand on her shoulder.

"That was beautiful, Little Girl Lily. Thank you for sharing. You really transcended the scope of the candle charm, but you definitely earned it. You also qualify for the lips charm, but I haven't gotten those yet, so unfortunately, you'll have to wait a week to receive it."

"That's okay. I don't mind earning that one again," Lily says with a happy smirk.

Eve laughs and says again, "Now, for the candle. The Candle represents romance and intimacy. Just as a candle's flame creates warm, soft light that brings people closer together, this charm symbolizes the romantic connection you're building with your Daddy. Each time you see candlelight, remember that love brings light to the darkness, grows in intimacy, and casts its warmth upon those who are close."

She takes out the charms and says, "Lily and Chelsea, please stand and be recognized."

This time, the girls erupt into applause and cheers for Lily and Chelsea.

After the cheers have subsided, Eve says, "Now I have something for Daye and Kaylee. First of all, Daye re-earned her Quill charm, so congratulations on that." Eve clips Daye's Quill onto her choker again. "These other things are to recognize what you two bring to the table as VP's of the DLG Club. Daye, as the natural enforcer, you are now named the DLG Chief of Security." And Eve places a star-shaped hair clip into Daye's long brown hair.

"Chief of Security? That sounds so lame. How about... the DLG Avenger!" Daye says, spreading her hands out in front of her as if seeing it spelled out in lights.

Eve laughs, "Whatever you prefer. But thanks for being the vigilant VP."

She turns to Kaylee. "And for you, Kaylee, I have this. For being our emotional and moral compass. For always being the voice of cheer even at our darkest moments, you are now the Heart of the club," and she fastens a heart-shaped hair clip into Kaylee's hair.

"Thanks, Evie!" Kaylee says, mystified.

"Now, for next week's task. I'm only giving you one because it's a big one. The next task is..." she pauses for added drama. "... to tell your Daddy how you feel about him... to his face."

The commotion is instantaneous, and Eve has to tap repeatedly to calm the girls down.

"Remember, ladies," Eve says over the multiple conversations, "Daye, Kaylee, Becky, and I are always at your disposal for advice, encouragement, or if you just need someone to talk things out with. If you need a male perspective, there's always Daddy... you know... my Daddy. So, good luck and have a good week."

The girls all stand up to leave, and Eve says, "By the way! We're meeting her at nine on Saturday morning to get ready for the car wash! We'll be making banners and signs on Thursday and Friday night if you want to stop by and lend a hand!"

Daye slinks deftly through the small crowd of girls and grabs Amy's arm. "Hey, Amy? Can I have a word with you?"

"Sure Daye, what's up?"

Daye waits for the rest of the girls to leave, and now it's just Eve and Kaylee in addition to Daye and Amy.

"You didn't see your Daddy naked this past week, did you," Daye states the question as a sentence.

"Well, heh, of course I did, I told you. I had my telescope."

"No... I don't think so."

Eve tries to interrupt, but Daye shushes her.

"Yes, I did, Dayton. Why are you doing this?"

"Because, I don't like being lied to. That building is about twelve or fifteen stories tall. If you were on the roof there'd be no way to see into the bathroom from that angle. You'd be looking at the bathroom floor," Daye explains. "Plus, I've seen that telescope when you brought it to school last year. The bathroom window is way too close. So, what's up, Amy? Why'd you lie?"

All the air seems to leave Amy's sails at once.

"I..." she starts. "My dad... he... he doesn't like me like that... or at least that's what he said." Amy hands her head in shame and disappointment. "He came in and sat on my bed that night and told me so. He said to stop all the nonsense and find a normal boyfriend. That I need to get out more instead of studying science books and websites all the time. I... I didn't want to get kicked out of the club," she finishes morosely. "Please don't kick me out. I'll do my best, I promise."

"Oh, shit, Amy. I'm sorry. I thought you were just trying to get a charm early. I didn't know you and your Daddy..."

Amy nods and begins to cry. Kaylee rushes over to her, saying, "It'll be okay, Ames. You'll be alright. Maybe... maybe he just needs a little more convincing, you know?"

Eve steps up, smiles, and adds, "You know, Amy, my Daddy's upstairs. I bet you could see him naked if you really wanted to. No harm, no foul, and you could keep your charm. He is the official club Daddy after all."

"You think he'd let me?" Amy asks, wiping her eyes.

"We-e-ell, let me handle that part," Eve says, giving Amy a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

Back upstairs, the girls have all left, and Randall is on the couch reading, with Lily curled up snuggling him. As soon as they come through the basement door, Lily springs across to the other end of the couch as if she'd been there all along.

"Hey, Daddy?" Eve asks sweetly.

"Yeah?"

She walks over and whispers in his ear so softly that not even Lily hears her.

"Why don't you go up and get in the shower?" she hisses, her breath tickling his ear. "If you leave the door unlocked, I'll give you a surprise."

Randall chuckles, "Uh... eherm... no, sweetie. I don't think so."

"Please, Daddy," Eve pouts.

"I said no, and I meant it, young lady," he says loudly and decisively. "Now, if you don't mind, I am going to excuse myself, go take a shower, and go to bed," he says, standing up and slipping Eve a sly wink.

"Fine," Eve says dejectedly, playing along.

After Randall climbs the stairs and they hear the shower come on, Eve turns to Amy and says, "Okay, now just go up there and walk in. He'll think you're me and give you all the charm-earning exposure you want."

Lily looks up, "Wait, what?"

"It's a long story," Eve says.

"No, it isn't," Daye argues. "Amy lied about seeing her Daddy naked, so in order for her to keep her charm, she's gonna go see our Daddy naked. See? Short story. Now, get up there and go see some Daddy dick."

Amy turns bright red. "Uh, okay."

Lily looks around the room, calculating, and says, "I want to go. Can I earn my glasses charm?" she asks innocently, knowing full well she earned her glasses charm and probably several more the night before. She discovers she may not have sounded 'Lily-ish' enough and adds, "Or not. Whatever," to seem more convincing.

"Sure, I guess," Eve says. "Fair's fair."

"Awesome," Lily says with a mischievous grin, "Let's go." She grabs Amy by the hand. Amy has a look of surprise mixed with relief, as if welcoming a collaborator. Without waiting for a response and half leads, half drags her up the stairs.

Daye notices a slight change in her friend Lily's persona and asks Eve quietly, "I know I joked around about it, but did something really happen between her and Daddy?"

"I don't know," Eve replies, "What do you think Kay?"

"Maybe," Kaylee says excitedly. "I hope so. For her sake... and for his. I bet it would make Daddy really happy to make someone like her happy."

Kaylee looks at the floor, thinking. "And you know... based on her story about their date... and what happened yesterday... I mean, he's basically her knight in shining... well, shining soap bubbles right about now," she says with a giggle.

"Right," Daye says sarcastically. "The damsel in shining armor being rescued by the knight in distress. Did you see that bruise? Poor Daddy."

"Yeah, I know! Poor guy really took a beating." Eve says, with worry on her face, then looks up with a wicked grin. "Come on. I gotta see this," she says, and the three sisters tiptoe up the stairs.

Upstairs, Randall is in the shower. He left the door unlocked just as Eve requested. The image of her in that DLG getup is still fresh in his mind. He wants to lift up that skirt, bend her over the sink, and fuck her from behind just like he did before. This thought sends a jolt through him, and he feels himself getting hard.

When he feels a cool draft come through the shower from someone opening the door, his pulse quickens in anticipation.

"Is that you Evie?" He asks in a low tone.

"Mm-hm." Lily says, trying to mimic Eve's voice.

"Do you have a surprise for your Daddy?"

"Mm-hm," Lily repeats.

The hiss and splatter of the shower water covers the stifled giggles from Amy. Lily is more calculated.

Suddenly, his hand reaches for the curtain. This is it, the moment the girls are waiting for.

"Why don't you take those little panties off so I can shove..."He rips the curtain back, exposing himself to their waiting, hungry eyes.

"... THIS up... in you? SHIT!!" he shouts and recoils.

The girls get the exact shot they were hoping for: Erect, bouncing, and alive. All eight inches or more. They couldn't be more pleasantly surprised.

Randall, meanwhile, ducks down and covers himself at the sight of Amy, pulling the curtain into the shower for help, but it's too late, and Lily laughs at his meager attempt at modesty.

"What the fuck? Why the--? Get out!" he growls angrily.

The girls giggle in response and flee from the room.

A few minutes later, Randall comes downstairs to see Eve clipping glasses charms to Amy and Lily's chokers, a towel wrapped around his waist.

Eve is explaining to Amy, "Now, seeing my Daddy may have allowed you to earn this charm, but you really should refocus your efforts on your Daddy. I'm sure he will relent if you just give him a little time."

"Yeah, okay," Amy says, but doesn't sound hopeful.

Randall clears his throat and asks, "Really, girls? You could've just, I don't know, asked to see?"

"Asked to see what?" Daye asks. "It's not like most of us didn't already know..."

"Already know what?!" Lily asks, looking from the corners of her eyes, fearing her depth of knowledge of Randall's body may have somehow been revealed.

"That Daddy's packin' the heavy artillery. Duh."

"Oh, that. Yeah," Lily says with weak laughter. "So I've heard."

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A little while later, Amy goes home and Daye takes her usual place on the couch playing the next Chainsaw movie, "Chainsaws in Love (Eat my heart out)", where a female chainsaw murderess appears on the scene. Lily is beside her on the couch, looking at the TV, but not really watching.

Meanwhile, Eve has retired to her room, and the familiar purr of her sewing machine can be heard downstairs, and Kaylee is up in her room doing something quietly.

"So, your dad has a pretty big dick, huh," Lily states matter-of-factly.

"Yep," Daye responds, paying attention to her movie.

"Do you, uh... do you like it?"

"Sure." The first victim is sliced to ribbons as Daye makes gestures mimicking killer's cuts.

"You don't think it's like, too big?" Lily asks.

Daye finally regards Lily's questions as an authentic conversation instead of just gentle musings. "Um... I mean, a little... sometimes, but he usually gives me oral first. That kinda gets me all juicy down there, so it all kinda slips and slides around, you know?" Daye looks at Lily excitedly. "Why, are you gearing up for your first time?"

"Heh... yeah, something like that," Lily says.

Daye pauses the movie. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up. I thought I noticed something earlier and didn't think anything of it." She narrows her eyes at Lily, then her eyes fly wide open. She points an accusatory finger at Lily. "You fucked him! You motherfucking fucker! You two fucked!"

"SHHHHHHH! Shut the fuck UP!" Lily hisses, eyes wide with panic. "I don't want Eve to know!"

"What?? Why not?? She'll be so stoked!!"

"No!! She'll be mad at me for skipping ahead so far in the club... and with your Daddy, I might add."

"What?? Who cares? Daddy is Daddy. We all share him equally. After last night, you're basically one of us. Here, watch..." Daye puts a hand to her mouth. "KAY! COME HERE, PLEASE!"

"What are you DOING??" Lily growls.

"Relax," Daye responds as Kaylee comes down the stairs.

"What's up?" Kaylee asks appearing at the top of the stairs.

"So, uh, Lily here wants to bone Dad. You in?"

Kaylee's grin spreads from ear to ear and galloping down the steps. "Yeah! For sure! When, tonight?"

"No! Not tonight! Probably not ever, now! Go-o-o-d!" Lily yells and buries her head in a couch pillow, screaming "I can't believe you're doing this to me!!!", but it comes out as a muffled, unintelligible mush.

Daye giggles and takes her by the shoulder. "Too late for that bullshit. You already got it, didn't you? I can tell. I had that same afterglow for like a week after my first time with him. I honestly feel stupid for not noticing sooner," she says, shaking her head in envy. "You lucky fucking bitch."

"What?? Really?? With Daddy??" Kaylee is beside herself with excitement. "After all of that with the first date?! Oh my god!" She clutches at her chest. "You guys are like Peter and Mary Jane, Harry and Sally, Tom Hanks and... and Wilson!!"

"Kaylee... please..." Lily says gently.

This small moment of empathy is all the confirmation Daye needs to know that not only did it happen, but that it meant the world to Lily.

She starts singing "Lily fucked my pa-pa, oo-la-la-la-la-la-la! Lily fucked my pa-pa oo-la..."

"SHUT THE FUCK, UP!" Lily insists. "Seriously! What if Eve finds out? I'll be kicked out of the club!"

"What? For why?? Doing what you're supposed to do?" Daye asks, genuinely confused.

"For going out of order with the charms! She said we shouldn't!"

"Seriously? Where were you tonight when she gave Chels two charms and promised you one in the future? Huh?"

Lily starts to object, but then can't think of what to object to and closes her mouth.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Daye says. She pauses a moment and then asks the important question, "So... you did it with Daddy? How was it?"

Lily buries her head in the pillow again. "HMM WMM PMM HMM PMM."

"Excuse me? I didn't catch that," Daye says, echoing her dad without realizing it.

Lily lifts her head and says defiantly, "I said 'It was really fucking good'. Is that what you wanted to know??"

"No, but that'll do for now. We can get into the gory details later," Daye says, and Kaylee swoons. Daye turns back to her Chainsaw murderer movie.

After a slight pause, Lily speaks up, "Okay, but can you two do me a favor? Can you not tell Eve? I want... I need to tell her myself. I don't know why, I... I just feel like I do, okay?"

"Sure, whatever," Daye says and picks up her imaginary chainsaw and uses it to help the maniac on the TV cut a prom queen to bits while singing, "Lily fucked my pa-pa, oo-la-la-la-la-la-la!" under her breath, and a small relieved smile plays across Lily's face.

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The next few days seem to flash by in a bit of a blur. Lily ended up going back home to reconcile things with a much-relieved Kim. A few of the DLG girls would come by every so often to help work on signs and banners to be used at the car wash. With Becky's help, Eve made sure to stock up on supplies such as buckets, sponges, soap, and anything else they could think of.

Eve also grabbed a large, discarded plastic pretzel jar to be used for tips. The jar had most likely been emptied by Daye and Kaylee while watching chainsaw movies or rom-coms, respectively. She excitedly decorated the empty jar with gel pens and stickers and cut a slot in the lid. In any remaining downtime she had, Eve diligently continued working on DLG outfits for the club.

Before they knew it, Saturday morning had arrived. Eve was once again up bright and early. She hung up signs on light poles in a two-block radius of Gus's Gas. When Randall asked if she needed help, Eve graciously refused and marched down the sidewalk with a stepstool under one arm and a backpack full of signage materials thrown over her shoulder.

Once 9:00 rolled around, she was a ball of nervous energy, practically vibrating in anticipation. Kaylee handed her a plate of food that Eve hardly touched, until Daye harped on her enough, then she ate it quickly and spitefully, rushing out the door afterwards to get to Gus's to get set up early.

She carefully marked out three lanes in chalk on the blacktop. She figured with all eight of them working, they should be able to run three lanes fairly easily. Gus saw her doing this and came out.

"No, no, no, no! Don't do that!" He gently scolded her. He hobbled his way over to her, and she inwardly chuckled at his strange gait. There was something very... simian about it. "You want to do one lane, maybe two. You want the place to look busy, that will attract more attention to your event," He explains. "And also, people can visit the shop or fill up while they wait," He adds with a wink.

"Oooh, okay. That makes sense," she says, and takes the hose and washes away all but one chalked-out lane.

At about 9:45, Randall's car pulls into the lot, and Daye and Kaylee get out.

"See you girls a little later. Becky said she was bringing Sally up here to get washed."

Eve laughed at the nickname for Becky's big green pickup. "Sally" is short for "Salad-mobile".

Shortly afterwards, Amy and Mila show up. Mrs. Davenport jokes that she may need to bring her car in for a touch-up.

Reggae blasting from a block away is the harbinger of Lily's arrival. The bald tires of Kim's car squeal quietly as she turns sharply into the lot.

"See ya, shit for brains," She calls to Lily.

"Not if I see you first, fuck face," Lily retorts, smiling.

Kim pulls away, chuckling.

"Are we here to wash cars or what? Where're they at?!" Lily yells loudly, shocking everyone with her enthusiasm.

"Hell yeah!" Eve responds energetically. "But first, a quick announcement." Eve produces the decorated pretzel jar and some grease pens. "This is our tip jar. You girls will write your names on your bodies using these," she explains, holding up the grease pens. "Customers can give us tips, but must vote on who they liked best. Whichever girl gets the most votes wins this tiara," she says, pulling it from her pack. "I know, I know, it's just a plastic crown, but... this tiara must be worn at all subsequent meetings and will give the wearer the opportunity to pick the next task to be accomplished. This tiara will be up for grabs at the next fundraising event. So good luck, ladies!"

The girls give mixed reactions, but they are all generally positive.

"Might as well just hand that crown to me, boss," Lily says as she unbuttons her shorts. She drops her pants in the middle of the parking lot, exposing her tiny little bikini. It barely covers her private parts; a small shift in either direction would constitute her committing a sex crime. She slinks out of her black t-shirt to show off two small black triangles attached by thin strings. The triangles are working overtime to cover her nipples, and they almost succeed. The black floss that runs between her firm ass cheeks is enough to make even Amy stare.

"What are you gawking at, you prudes?! Strip, bitches!" Lily exclaims and Daye laughs, agreeing.

The girls begin to disrobe in a flurry of self-conscious giggles, compliments on each other's bathing suits, and the occasional wolf whistle from Daye. Eve checks to make sure Gus hasn't had a heart attack yet while watching a group of young women disrobing in his parking lot. Apparently, they have given him a reason to live a bit longer, because he is wearing sunglasses and grinning toothlessly at them from his position behind the counter.

"Wow, Lily! That shwimshoot ish shuper shexy!" Chelsea exclaims.

"Heh... yeah, for real," Amy agrees.

"Look, I just want to make some money for my girls. If my itty-bitties can bring 'em in, so much the better," Lily says good-naturedly, and Eve gives her a hesitant, but approving look.

Daye mutters to Kaylee under her breath, "How many times do you think she and Daddy did it, anyway?"

Kaylee turns her head and giggles quietly.

Eve wiggles her firm little butt out of her cutoffs and peels her shirt off to display her simple black string bikini with light blue polka-dots.

Daye is adjusting the cutaways and rings on her iridescent suit, and Kaylee's tan skin and straight black hair provide a beautiful backdrop for her black bikini with the red ruffle trim.

Shelby and Chelsea reveal their choices from SunDaze: The blue and white striped bikini and the orange and red top with black bottoms, respectively.

Amy has chosen a new, simple dark blue bikini. It does a good job holding her larger curves in check, and is still very appealing, even if it isn't very revealing.

"Come on, Mila! Show your money maker!" cries Lily.

Mila, so nervous her hands are shaking, unbuttons her shorts. She looks around as if to make sure no one sees her, and pulls her pants down revealing a small gold cup covering the very bottom of her crotch. Two small strings shoot upward in a large 'V'. She unbuttons her shirt. When she removes it, the girls can see the slingshot bikini in all its glory. The string 'V' widens just enough to cover her nipples before thinning and diving over her shoulders to meet in the back above her butt, forming a thong.

"WHOA!" "WOW!" "HOLY SHIT!" and just absolute speechlessness meets her revelation.

Eve checks on Gus again, but he's still smiling, possibly even bigger now. He reminds her of a cartoon dog with hearts for eyes and its tongue running out along the floor.

Mila is a vision. Her dirty blonde hair falls to her shoulder, and, while the suit is revealing, it's not as if Mila is without the body to warrant such a suit. Eve is taken aback by how utterly gorgeous she is in it.

"Fuck yeah!" Lily shouts. "See? Mila knows what's up! Let's wash some motherfuckin' cars!"

Mila, blushing absolutely crimson, smiles, shrugs, and says, "One of the girls in my manga books wore a swimsuit like this, so I went back up to SunDaze and got it. Kim even laughed and gave it to me for free if I agreed to burn the one piece I got the other day.

10:15, and there are still no cars in the lot. However, there aren't any across the street at the automatic car wash either, and Eve thinks she's seen the same blue sedan with a missing hubcap drive past more than a couple of times, as if circling and trying to make up its mind.

"Mila, Lily," Eve says, "take the extra signs I made out of my bag and go to each end of the lot. Use those itty bitties and that... crazy sexy suit you're wearing to lure folks in here!"

"Yessir, boss!" Lily says. Mila nods and follows Lily to grab the signs.

Lily struts around on the corner, holding up her sign like a ring girl at a boxing match. "Come on! Get your car washed! Thirty for cars, forty for trucks! Come and get it! Sexy girls! Clean cars! Dirty thoughts!"

No sooner does she start her announcements than No Hubcap pulls in, followed by a large SUV.

"Alright, ladies! Let's get to work!" Daye cries.

Eve waves to Lily and Mila to stay put, and she grabs the hose and starts spraying off No Hubcap's roof. The man in the driver's seat looks like a cross between a librarian and a mad scientist. As he pushes his spectacles up his nose, he seems torn between ogling these girls and pretending he's getting his car washed by men in coveralls.

As the girls finish up cleaning No Hubcap's car, Eve approaches with the tip jar and motions for him to roll his window down. Clearly flustered, No Hubcap presses the wrong button, rolling down the rear window first, before correcting and rolling down his own.

"Y-yes? M-may I h-help you, m-miss?"

"I just wanted to say thank you for letting us wash your car today. That will be thirty dollars, and if you wouldn't mind, I'd ask that you vote for your favorite Little Girl. As you can see, their names are-"

"That one," he points at Kaylee with a trembling finger. "The Asian girl. She's so damn cute!" He says definitively with no hesitation.

"A fantastic choice, sir. Would you care to tip her some money? If so, just add it to this jar."

He absently slips a few bills into the jar, his eyes never leaving Kaylee as she helps to dry off the car. She notices his stare, smiles, and waves.

'Tha-thank you!" he says, handing Eve two twenties and rolling up his window.

Internally, Eve screams, "YES!" but she just waves at him through the window and yells, "Thank you so much! We'll be back in a couple of weeks!"

Nodding in response, No Hubcap drives off in a nice, clean car with three gleaming hubcaps.

When the SUV pulls up to take No Hubcap's spot, the girls descend upon it like a swarm of car-cleaning locusts.

Eve claps her hands and cries, "One down, girls! Good job! Let's make it two for two!" She grabs a sponge out of a bucket and starts lathering up the windows of the large vehicle. The other girls give a quick "whoo hoo!" or "Hell yeah!" and follow suit.

A man in a baseball cap, cargo shorts, and a polo steps out of the SUV. "Do y'all take credit cards?"

Eve's heart sinks. She hadn't thought of this little detail, but then she gets an idea.

"Um, no, sir, but there's an ATM inside, or, I bet if you buy something from the market, Mister Stanford would be more than happy to give you money back during your transaction at no additional charge."

"Perfect. I could use something to drink right about now, anyway. Thanks."

As the man starts to walk away, she has another spark of inspiration and offers an additional service. "Um, we are also doing photos with our customers for only ten dollars more. Just, you know, something to keep in mind." He turns to respond, and she does her best suggestive pose.

He smiles and says, "You got it, blondie."

Even though they brought a stepstool, Kaylee still has to climb on the roof of the giant truck to wash it, which she does nimbly and happily. The owner stands in the shade of a tree, smiling to himself as he watches the group of bikini-clad girls climbing over his vehicle, suds flying, water spraying.

Afterwards, Eve approaches him, carrying the tip jar and wiping some suds from her face. "All done, sir. That will be forty dollars."

"What about my picture?"

"Oh, sure!" Eve spins around. "Picture time!!" She yells to the girls. She gets a few puzzled looks, because this is not something they discussed, but once Daye, Lily, and Kaylee agree to it, the rest of the girls shrug and stroll over. They pose all around the large vehicle, some making silly faces while others try their best to look "shexshy". The man snaps a few photos with his phone, thanks them all profusely, and hands Eve three crisp twenty-dollar bills.

"Thanks for the tip! Who was your favorite?" Eve asks just before he shuts his door.

"You, sweetheart. You."

Eve smiles and waves as he drives off.

The next few cars come and go without incident, and the money is starting to roll in. So far the votes are:

Kaylee -- 1

Chelsea -- 1

Eve -- 2

Lily -- 1

The sun is getting high in the sky when they see Becky's green behemoth roll into the lot. Blub-blub-blub-blub! It's deep, guttural sound resonates as she drives past and parks in the shade.

She jumps out, lowers the tailgate to reveal a cooler of drinks and sandwiches.

"Come and get it, girls!," Becky calls. "Come on, you can work in shifts. Lily! Mila! Come over and get something to eat!"

The work is starting to show on the girls. The sweat mixed with soapy suds in their hair, their grease-penned names are getting smeared, and their arms swing like limp noodles at their sides as they walk over to Becky's truck.

They work in shifts, three girls wash cars while one stays at the street with the sign. The others eat, then they rotate.

Lily says around a mouthful of sandwich, "I know I'm like the sexiest girl here and all, and I see why you'd want me attracting business, I mean, duh," she says, slapping herself in the forehead. "But I wanna wash some cars. It's hot and I want to get wet."

Eve quickly considers this and nods. "You're right. I'm sorry. I'll get Chelsea and Shelby to work the street, you and Mila can come help with the cars. Then at one o'clock, me and Daye will do the signs."

Lily shakes her head. "No, I think we need you running stuff. You're the boss. You need to do boss things like bossing us around." She smiles when she sees a slightly hurt look on Eve's face. "Nah, it's not like that. You're good at bossing people around. If you weren't, I'd split your lip," she adds with a grin and a feigned punch.

Eve giggles, "Okay, fine. Daye and Kay will do sign duty."

"There you go," Lily replies and takes another bite of her sandwich.

After lunch is when things seem to pick up. Sure, there are a few cars at the automatic car wash across the street, but there is a constant line of about five or six cars at any given time at the DLG car wash. Becky continues to hand out waters and sports drinks from the cooler and insists that girls take regular breaks to make sure no one gets overworked in the summer heat.

By the time 1:30 rolls around, the day is at its hottest yet. The girls are flagging a bit, and morale is at a bit of a low point. The vote count now is:

Kaylee -- 2

Chelsea -- 2

Eve -- 3

Lily -- 3

Daye -- 2

Shelby -- 1

Mila -- 1

Amy -- 2

Between tips, photos, and washes, they've managed to bring in almost $600.

In the distance, the sound of reggae music can be heard. It quickly grows louder and louder as its source nears. Lily recognizes it instantly, and therefore isn't surprised when Kim's hatchback pulls into the lot.

"What are you doing here, assface?" Lily calls over to Kim. Lily has her name written across her lower abdomen so that her belly button forms the dot over the 'i'.

"Assface? ASSFACE?!" Kim responds, grinning wickedly. "I'll show you 'assface', assface!" And Kim opens up the hatchback, unveiling two large plastic tubs full of water balloons, filled and ready to throw... which she does, striking Lily square in the chest, dislodging one small triangle and exposing her nipple to the hot summer sun.

Lily doesn't notice or care about her wardrobe malfunction; she grabs the hose and runs towards her sister, spraying her and laughing maniacally. Kim, in her work bikini, doesn't bother dodging; she just takes the tubs out and places them on the ground while getting soaked and giggling to herself.

After lunch, Daye had Shelby draw a dagger across her heart with her name engraved on it. Her eyes light up at the sight of the water balloons, and she races over to grab one. Kaylee is on the other side of the car they were just cleaning and hasn't been paying attention. Daye grabs a balloon.

"Hey! Ka-ay!" she sings.

Kaylee pops her head up from behind the rear fender. She has "Kay" written in smeared grease pen on one cheek and "Lee" on the other. She asks, "What's up?"

"Catch!" Daye shouts and hurls the balloon at Kaylee.

With little time to react, Kaylee instinctively reaches out to catch the balloon. It bursts in her hands and ice-cold water explodes across her face and chest and she squeals in surprise and shock. She giggles murderously as she runs over to the tub of balloons, deftly skirting two more of Daye's attempts, showing off her dancer's dexterity.

Eve is about to try to quell this outbreak of chaos, but decides, "What the hell," and runs over to grab a balloon herself. She decides to get Lily back for all of this "boss" stuff, once and for all.

The customers are more than happy to watch this battle unfold. It's like watching a slumber-party pillow fight, except in bikinis, and... wetter.

Amy and Mila are hunched over, cleaning the rims of the car. Amy has "Amy" written very neatly in black grease pen above her left breast where a name tag might traditionally go. Mila starts to get up and join the fun, and Amy grabs her arm. "No. We're supposed to be washing cars. We need to keep working," she says. "Let them play their silly games. Someone needs to earn the money around here."

Mila, deflated, settles back down and begins scrubbing the tire again. "But, Amy, my arm is sore."

"So, switch arms."

Mila does and begins to scrub with even less enthusiasm.

"HEY AMY!!" Lily yells, appearing from around the rear of the car.

"Wha-" Amy tries to say and PSSSHH!! Ice cold water balloon, direct hit, straight to the face.

Mila falls over giggling, her name written vertically down her front in orange letters, smears as she does.

"Oh yeah?" Amy says. "It's on now, bitch!" Amy says to Lily through a rueful smile.

Seeing Amy run for the balloons, Mila does the same, intent on popping one right across Amy's butt.

Soon, Chelsea and Shelby, their names are scrawled and heavily smeared across their foreheads, have joined in, and it's a full-on DLG battle royale, where no one is safe.

Eve sneaks up behind Lily. Her entire first name, "Evelynne" is written down her spine in light blue grease pen. She yells, "Boss this!" and smashes a balloon on the top of her head, drenching her. Lily gasps, then laughs hysterically.

Chelsea is being chased around by her water balloon-toting little sister, yelling, "Shtop! Shtop! Pleashe!!".

Daye is grabbing and firing water balloons at everyone as fast as she can, imagining that each one is a mini-chainsaw and that she's at the prom. "Eenyow! Eenyow!" she cries as she flings each one.

Kaylee is doing her best to catch the balloons and hurl them back.

Mila runs up behind Amy, and in one fluid motion, yanks the back of her bikini bottoms open, stuffs a balloon inside and gives her ass a hard slap bursting the water balloon. Both girls shriek with laughter.

Soon, however, the ammo is depleted, and the water balloon fight is over. The girls, breathing heavily and giggling, return to the car wash, rejuvenated. Each one promising to "get" the other next time.

Kim is standing in the shade, watching the entire scene unfold, when Becky slides over to her.

"Nice going," Becky says. "That is exactly what they needed. I didn't know if they'd make it until three."

Kim looks down and gives a small self-conscious chuckle, "It's literally the least I could do. Lily is so happy right now, and I want to keep her that way. I figured..." She sighs. "I gotta get back to the store. See ya."

"See ya, Kim," Becky responds, and then adds, "If you ever want to get your hair colored professionally, just come by the shop. First one's on me."

As Kim pulls out, she almost hits Randall pulling in. They smile and wave awkwardly at each other and continue on.

When Randall gets out, Kaylee calls, "Hey, Daddy!" in her sing-song voice.

He gives her a nod and a small wave and steps over to where Becky is standing behind her truck. He lifts himself onto the lowered tailgate. "How are things?"

"So far, so good. You just missed the water balloon fight. It was pretty adorable."

"Oh, yeah? That must've been Kim's doing," Randall muses.

"Of course, it was. Who else?"

Randall watches the girls. Their supple bodies, soaking wet with soapy water running down between their breasts, the small protrusions of their erect nipples pressing against the thin fabric of their swimwear. He even notices the small flecks of dirt and pebbles stuck to Lily's butt and the way Mila's slingshot suit hugs her intimate areas, showing the contours there as well.

He tries to glance away, but somehow finds himself fixated on how Eve's "Evelynne" twists and bends with every movement she makes, and Amy's curvy outline seems to ache for hands to feel it. Had Kim been there to witness it, she would've observed that Randall was suffering from late-stage "bikini brain".

He immediately feels himself becoming aroused.

The girls are working on the last car in line with no others waiting.

At some point, Eve leaned a small whiteboard she borrowed from Gus against the tip jar. She hasn't updated it in a while, so for now, the votes show:

Kaylee -- 3

Chelsea -- 2

Eve -- 3

Lily -- 4

Daye -- 4

Shelby -- 2

Mila -- 3

Amy -- 2

And the total revenue of the day is close to $1000.

"I think it's time for a car wash," Becky says with a suggestive twinkle in her eye. "What do you say? Care to join me?"

Randall just nods emphatically, still staring at the girls.

He steps up into the passenger's side of Becky's truck, and she slides into the driver's seat next to him. The roughly upholstered bench seat looks wide and inviting. Becky fires up Sally with a four-barrel rumble. Blub-blub-blub-blub... She presses in the clutch and shifts into reverse, carefully guiding the large truck into the space just behind the small sporty car that the girls are finishing up.

They watch Eve approach the driver's side with the tip jar. They can hear her muffled voice asking about which girl they liked best and if they'd like a photo to remember this by. After declining the photo offer, a few folded-up bills get dropped into the jar. She thanks them, and the car drives away. She turns and regards the truck, sees both of them in the cab, smiles, and shakes a finger at Randall in mock disapproval.

Daye runs out in front and starts making a show of guiding them in, using improvised semaphore as if Becky's truck is a 747.

Becky blubs Sally forward into position. She rolls her window down, and Randall hears her mumble something to Eve, something about "special". He sees Eve smile mischievously and giggle a little as Becky rolls up her window.

"What did you tell her?" Randall asks.

"Nothin'," Becky replies innocently.

Randall watches as Eve runs over to Daye and whispers something in her ear. Then they each go to another girl and spread the message. Mila looks confused at first, and then Eve pinches the air in front of her breasts and mimes a pulling apart motion. Mila looks shocked at first, then her shock becomes mischief. Amy, of course, shakes her head, an emphatic "no".

Daye spraying down the windshield jerks Randall's attention away from Eve and the rest of the girls. She is grinning her wicked grin at him. Her hair is in a wet ponytail, her name, written in purple grease pen, is now smeared and barely legible on her chest. He realizes she is holding the hose so that it runs between her legs, and she is thrusting her hips out suggestively.

"What did you tell her?" Randall asks again.

"There's nowhere to run, Randall," Becky says, running a hand up his thigh. "Why don't you sit back, relax, and enjoy the show?"

"Becky..."

"Randall..." Becky echoes his fatherly tone back at him and smiles seductively as she leans over and begins to undo his belt.

Lily, Kaylee, and Eve soap up the windows and windshield first. Lily crawls across the hood, and Kaylee lathers up the passenger's side window. Eve looks in the cab and sees Becky undoing Randall's fly. She smiles, blows a kiss to her Daddy, and soaps over the window, giving them some sudsy privacy. The truck's body seems to shake as Chelsea climbs into the bed and soaps up the rear window.

He and Becky are now locked in a soapy sex cocoon.

Becky takes Randall's cock from his pants.

"Hey, there. It's been a while. I've missed you," she says to it and plants a kiss on the tip.

"B-Bex, do you really think we should-"

And then he's in her mouth, surrounded by a wet warmth. The truck continues to rumble and the air conditioner blows cool air into his face. He grips the door handle with one hand and the seat back in the other as Becky's head begins to bob up and down.

She deftly reaches back and, with hardly a pause in her movements, pulls her t-shirt over her head.

Suddenly, Randall hears knocking on the glass directly to his right. Lily is peeking through a blank spot in the suds, giggling. She presses her breasts to the windows, and Randall hears her scrubbing the roof. Then he sees her hand appear and move the small, triangular bits of cloth to the side, exposing her small, pink nipples. Her tiny breasts smear the suds around the window as she scrubs the roof. Randall feels a mix of arousal and humor at their smashed appearance on the glass. But Becky's mouth brings him back to reality, as she does some trick with her tongue that only Becky seems to know.

Movement in the left corner of his eye causes him to turn in that direction. At first, he doesn't know whose breasts he is looking at, but then sees the orange and red top pulled down below them and understands that it's Chelsea. She is apparently scrubbing the other side of the roof.

Becky's mouth is running up and down his shaft, her hand pulling and twisting, trying to milk his dick like an udder of some mythological cow. She lets out small moans around his cock as if she is eating some delicious meal.

"I'll give you a meal," his lizard brain thinks, as he feels something in his depths beginning to stir. He grabs a handful of her copper-colored hair and begins shoving her head up and down his length. She doesn't resist, letting him freely use her mouth for his enjoyment. She occasionally slurps up a runnel of saliva, working her tongue along his length. She knows exactly what he likes and she is giving him everything.

He looks from side to side. Lily's pretty little bits, and Chelsea's larger perky ones slipping around on the soapy slick glass, while he fucks himself with Becky's head.

A bump and a bounce of the truck's shocks draw his attention. Shelby and, to his surprise, Mila are crawling towards him across the hood of the truck. They are both staring him dead in the eye, smiling predatory smiles. They are each carrying a sopping wet sponge in one hand. When they reach the windshield, they turn and sit on the sponges. Suds and soapy water stream out of them. They begin sliding their butts up and down the glass in front of him. He notices Mila's tiny slingshot bikini is riding to one side and a plump pink lip is peeking out at him.

"Mmmm... mmmmm.... mmmmm..." Becky has taken back control as Randall's attention lapses from the sight of the girl's antics. She pops him out of her mouth, pumping him with her hand as she catches her breath. Randall wants nothing more than to feel her heat around his cock again.

"God, I love having you in my mouth," she gasps as she runs her tongue up and down the pillar of flesh in her hand.

At some point during this, Shelby spun around. She is now using her feet to scrub the windshield and her pussy is pressed against the glass just above Becky's head. The impression of her lips is visible through the thin fabric. Randall wants to reach through the glass and touch it. He watches the soapy water running down beside her crotch and imagines it's his cum.

Cum. He feels his own semen wanting to escape into Becky's hungry mouth.

Between watching Becky's red mane bob in his lap and the two beauties writhe on the hood of the truck, he doesn't notice right away that Lily has been replaced with Kaylee and Chelsea has switched out with Daye. Daye's cute little titties squish and rub the glass with soft squeaking sounds. Kaylee's darker brown nipples stare at him and he catches glimpses of her grinning face as she moves herself around on the glass.

He sees Eve standing in the parking lot. She yells something to Mila, and watches as Mila looks back, and Eve gives her the pinching and repositioning motion with her hands again. Mila's face turns red, but she nods. Mila looks around, and the way Becky's truck is oriented, makes it so she is mostly obscured from the street and the rest of the lot. She kneels on the hood of Becky's truck and pulls each side of the 'V' that forms the slingshot bikini to one side exposing her shapely, perky breasts with their hard pink nipples to Randall.

Randall feels the stirring in his balls become a yearning.

He barely notices the bounce of people climbing into Sally's bed.

He hears a light tap on the glass behind him, and he's somewhat startled to see that Amy and Eve are watching him. Amy has a look of earnest study, while Eve's smile is full of hopeful joy.

Becky does her tongue trick again, and it's too much. He looks at Eve's smiling face, Daye and Kaylee's breasts, Mila's bulging pussy and breasts. He looks at Shelby's long coltish legs pistoning up and down, the suds running like cum through her crotch, and he lets go.

"Mm! Mm! Mm! Mm!" Becky makes joyful, wet gulping noises as he fires shot after shot of his hot cum down her throat.

With a shaky sigh, he relaxes, the air conditioning cooling the sweat he didn't realize was on his face. Becky laughs a quiet, giddy laugh, putting his cock back in his pants and giving it two playful taps.

"Still the best protein shake in town," she comments, wiping her lips with the side of her hand and smiling.

Outside, someone, most likely Eve, gave the signal that he and Becky are done, and the girls return to their duties, giggling, joking, and whispering about what just happened.

"What was that about?" Randall asks Becky.

"I think it was their way of thanking you for allowing them to have their meetings at your house again."

Randall scoffs, "In that case, maybe I should forbid them again. Then later, I can give in and have the same thing happen. What do you say?"

"Sure... if you want me to bite it off and feed it to them. Go for it," Becky says with a smile.

With the help of Becky and Randall, the girls quickly finish cleaning Becky's truck. They gather up their supplies and stow them in Sally's bed. Eve, Lily, and Kaylee pick up as many burst water balloons as they can find and toss them in an empty bucket.

Meanwhile, Gus comes out and shambles over to Eve.

He chuckles and holds out an old, gnarled hand to her. "Well, Queenie, I knew you could do it, but damn, you did better'n I ever dreamed. Good job, and good job to all you ladies!" He says loudly and swings an arm to include the rest of the girls.

They all answer him with thanks.

"No, thank you, Mister Stanford, we couldn't --"

"Now, now, don't be doing that. This here was yer doing, not mine." He says with good-natured gratitude. "And to send people in to buy things instead of using the ATM? Wonderful. Just wonderful." He reaches into his back pocket and hands her a wad of cash. "Here. This is five percent of my store earnings for the day. Take it. You girls earned every penny."

Eve looks flustered and guilty about taking the money. "B-but, Mister... I mean Gus, this was supposed to make you money, too. I don't want to--"

"What'd I tell you? You keep it. I made money hand over fist today, and so should you. Thank you, Queen Evie," he says, taking off his old ball cap and bowing slightly. "And you, too, princess Daye," and he bows again. "I'll see you in a couple of weeks, right?" And without waiting for an answer, he turns and shambles back to his post behind the counter.

Randall shouts his thanks to him from across the lot, and Gus bats it away like a fly with a leathery hand.

With his gratitude all but blown off by Gus, Randall turns to Eve and hands her a one-hundred-dollar bill. "You all deserve this and more, sweetie. You did a wonderful job, and I couldn't be more proud. Now, what do you say we get back home and have some dinner?"

Eve's eyes well up with emotion. She throws her arms around her Daddy's neck and hugs him, her bikini creating two wet breast imprints on his shirt. "Thanks, Daddy," she whispers.

The group of dirty, wet, sweat-streaked, exhausted girls pile into Randall's car and Becky's truck and head back to the Flagg's house.

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Back at the house, Becky drops off the girls and leaves to address some things at the salon. While the girls were washing cars, Randall set up a small buffet in the kitchen with potato salad, baked beans, chips, drinks, and a couple of plastic containers of mini cupcakes.

The girls file into the front door and Randall says, "There's a shower down here and one upstairs for whoever wants to use it. There should be plenty of towels in either one. The burgers and dogs will be ready in just a few minutes."

Eve, Daye, and Kaylee go change into dry clothes and let the other girls shower first. Outside, Randall fires up the gas grill and loads it up with frozen burger patties and a couple of packs of hot dogs. He hears the sliding glass door open and shut behind him and peers around as Amy strolls slowly towards him, looking freshly showered with her hands behind her back, seemingly deep in thought.

"Hello," she says in the formal, teacher voice she adopts when she is uncomfortable. Her brown hair is still wet and she's put it up in a bun, which quivers slightly, showing how nervous she is.

"Hey, Amy," Randall says conversationally. "How do you like your burger?"

"Um... I would like the internal temperature to reach at least one hundred fifty degrees Fahrenheit," she states in a halted stuttering way. "I know what you're thinking," she says and changes her voice to sound like a doofus. "All the bacteria will die at one hundred and forty degrees, Amy!" She returns to her normal voice and adds, "But I like to be safe, so I'd prefer mine to reach one-fifty, please."

Randall, having never thought any of this, says, "Very wise, Amy. Very wise indeed."

"Thank you. It's very refreshing to see someone else who appreciates good food safety standards."

Randall grunts a vague agreement.

The grill flares up and flames briefly scorch the underside of the burgers as he flips each patty. With the flipping finished, he can feel Amy's eyes boring holes in the back of his head.

"Can I do something for you, Amy?" he asks hesitantly.

"Um... yes. I was wondering... I understand from some of my peers that you are somewhat of a, uh, expert in your field, and um... I was hoping you could offer some insight into the, uh, mating practices of homo sapiens?"

"Excuse me?", he asks, clearly puzzled.

"Um, well, you know, like, what triggers the male mating urges and, um is there any stimuli the female employs to, uh, arouse the males, uh, reproductive systems?"

Randall's mind reels trying to translate Amy's clinical pseudoscience terminology into plain English. He thinks, "She wants to know what turns a guy on? Okay..."

"Uh... so, the, um, male hominid," Randall stumbles his way through the jargon, "is usually stimulated by a, well, when the, uh, female subject is um... displaying her, uh, unclothed..."

Amy's cheeks start to smolder.

Randall sighs at his failure at using academic speech. "Amy, what would you like to know? Lots of stuff is arousing to male humans, er, guys. I think the correct question is: What are you trying to accomplish?"

Amy drops her head to her chest and toes a place in the grass. "I... I like someone, and... I don't think they like me back." She looks up and snaps back to her scientific speech, " which is why I am interested in knowing more about the mating habits of male and female humans."

She continues, "I understand you and your eldest offspring have successfully navigated the rites and rituals surrounding the initiation of coitus? I, too, would like to know and understand the methods employed to achieve similar results with my paternal parental unit."

Randall eyes her strangely. "Paternal parental unit?" he thinks. "Is she some kind of alien?" He makes a show of translating this conglomeration of clinical and scientific terms by drawing in the air with a finger.

"Let's see... divide by zero, carry the one... Ah! If my calculations are correct, you want to have sex with your dad and don't know how, is that right?"

Amy looks shocked by his directness, like a deer in headlights, then shame seems to weigh her face down until she's looking at the ground again.

"Hmph... what do you know, anyway?" she mutters, burying her head in her hands.

He chuckles lightly, "Hey, hey, Amy," he places a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It's alright. I'm sorry if I came off as callous. I guess that's where Daye gets it," he says apologetically. "I..." he turns back to the burgers, "When Eve and I first..." he tries, then stops. "You see, the first time we..." he tries again, and finally gives up on using his own past experiences.

"Listen," he says gently. "I don't know what your dad and you have together, but if it's anything remotely like what my girls and I have, he's the luckiest man in the world. You're a beautiful girl, and you deserve to be happy. If not with him, then with someone. And whoever that turns out to be will be truly blessed."

"But... how do I make him want me?" she asks, desperation dripping from her tear-thickened words.

Randall sighs and starts to plate the burgers. "I can't answer that, but I'll tell you this," and he gives her his most winning Machiavellian smile, "I wish you had 'joined in the fun' today, because, damn. Out of all the girls there, you... how do I say this? You... you really fill out a bikini very, VERY well."

She giggles, and the smolder on her cheeks starts to turn to flames. "St-o-o-o-p..."

"Seriously! You're such a beautiful girl, Amy. You're obviously very intelligent, you know your way around a knife, you're brave, selfless, and you have a body that won't quit; what's not to like? And just remember," He continues, "I've only been your 'Daddy' for a couple of days. Yours has been there for your entire life. If I've noticed it this fast, he's known for years."

She looks up at him, dumbfounded. "Really? You really think so?"

Randall nods. "I would if I were him, but, then again, I'm already doing it with my daughters," and he gives her a wink.

Amy seems to ponder this, nodding slightly as if solving some equation in her head.

"So... here's another thing," Amy says, squinting at him. "What was so great about what Becky did to you earlier. It didn't seem to serve any purpose. No mammal can procreate that way, at least not that I'm aware of. And, the nutritional benefits Becky received seemed minimal at best. What was the purpose?"

"Uh... because it feels really good?"

"Like on your..." and Amy points to a hot dog currently being licked by a tongue of flame."

Randall immediately moves the wiener to a cooler spot on the grill. "Uh... heh... yeah. It felt really good on my 'hot dog'."

"But not to her," she points out. "Believe me, I looked it up. There are just not enough pleasure receptors in the human oral cavity to make her feel anything worthwhile. I'm somewhat at a loss to understand her motivations."

"Seriously? Okay, Amy, I'll tell you what, if you clear it with Eve, I'll show you what the rewards for sexual selflessness feel like later. For now, come on, let's eat."

"Okay, but are the burgers cooked to one-fifty??" she asks, following him inside. "I only like ones that are at least one-fifty."

As they walk in through the sliding glass door, they are bombarded by Chelsea and Shelby discussing their own plans for the future.

"That'sh what I'm shaying!" Chelsea says to the others, exasperated. "I want her to go on the date, sho I can shee him naked, but shee'sh shcared to ashk! We're running out of time! You need to go on Shunday or Monday, or you won't get a charm thish week, Shelbsh!"

"Yeah, but..." Shelby stutters, "w-what if he says no...?"

"Jeshush! He'sh not gonna shay no!"

Shelby's eyes get wide when Chelsea invokes the name of Jesus. "Fine," she says flatly. "I'll ask him tonight."

"Thank the angelsh!" Chelsea says and genuflects.

"Come on, girls! Get' em while they're hot!" Randall announces.

"Holy crap Dad," Daye says, "How many hot dogs did you cook? We can't possibly eat this much food."

"Mishter Daddy, shir, do you think our Daddy will shay no if Shelby ashksh him out on a date?"

"Uh... I don't..."

"Of course he wouldn't, Daddy! Why would he? She'sh gorgeoush! She looksh jusht like me but cuter! Don't you think sho?"

Daye breezes by and murmurs, "Careful, Daddy..." under her breath.

"She's... yes, she's... very pretty. You both are. He'd be a fool to say no to either of you. Now, eat."

He sets the platter of burgers and dogs down on the kitchen island next to the buns and steps away. "There you go, have at it."

"Thanksh, Daddy," Chelsea says, giving Randall a look of pure adoration.

After the long day of washing cars, the girls are starving, and they attack the platter of food with voracity. He almost doesn't get a burger himself, but Amy relents on having a third when she sees he hasn't had one yet.

The meal is mostly quiet due to them stuffing their faces, but is occasionally interspersed with bits of conversation. Rehashing the water balloon fight, the "special" car wash for Becky and Randall, and the sporadic lewd comments from some of the men who got their cars washed.

"He said WHAT?" Randall asks. "Where was I?"

"Aw, you weren't there yet, Dad," Daye says. "He asked me to 'clean his undercarriage' while he grabbed his crotch. I agreed," she says, and gets an evil gleam in her eye. "He opened his door, and I got down on my knees..."

"Dayton!" Randall shouts.

"... and then I shoved the hose up the leg of his cargo shorts and pulled the trigger!" And she dies in maniacal laughter. "He was so mad! He peeled out of the lot and almost got in a wreck. I screamed 'Cool off, you fucking perv!'"

"Is that what that was about?" Eve asks.

"Jesus Christ, you girls are gonna give me a goddamn heart attack."

"Hey, who won the contest, Evie?" Lily asks. "I mean, really, who came in second? We all know I won."

"Oh, right!" Eve says. "First off, we raised... drumroll please!" The girls all do increasingly ridiculous drumrolls. "One thousand, three hundred, forty dollars!"

The girls are shocked, eyes wide and mouths open, then Lily screams "FUCK YEAH!" and they all cheer.

Once the deafening screams and squeals have died down, she continues, "Of course, some of that will go to the Lost Sheep fund, but that was a super impressive total, Little Girls. You should be proud of yourselves. I know I am." More applause. "And now for the end results of the car wash contest..." Eve grabs a slip of paper out of her pocket.

"Kaylee -- 5!

Chelsea -- 4!

Eve -- 5!

Lily -- 7!

Daye -- 6!

Shelby -- 5!

Mila -- 7!

Amy -- 4!"

The girls clap for the results.

"What?! A TIE??" Lily cries.

"That's bullshit," Daye says, folding her arms with a huff.

The other girls warmly congratulate the two winners. Mila looks shocked and a little embarrassed.

Lily throws an arm around Mila. "I guess our suits really did pay off in the end, didn't they, Mila-meter?"

"Yeah," Mila says with a shy smile.

"Hold on," Daye says. "Two girls can't wear one tiara. We gotta have some sort of tie breaker... that is, unless you both want to nominate me as the honorary winner."

"Dayton..." Randall warns.

Eve frowns, knowing Daye is right. She looks around the room and... spots the pile of leftover hot dogs.

"I know what we'll do," Eve says with a smirk. "We'll have a hot dog eating contest."

A chorus of "OOOoooooOOOOOooooo" erupts from the group of girls.

"Nice! I love this idea!" Daye exclaims, "Y'all are gonna be spewing hot dogs all over the toilet!"

"Not me. I'm a hot dog fucking queen!" Lily boasts. "You're going down," and she almost says "bitch", but sees the sweet, timid look on Mila's face and finishes, "giiiiirrrrl!"

Mila grins and quietly says, "Not if I win first."

This phrase seems a little awkward to the girls, but it's Mila, so they just go with it.

The girls quickly clear the table and set a plate of eight franks without buns in front of each girl.

Daye mumbles "Raw doggin' it," and Kaylee giggles.

"First one to finish all her hot dogs will be declared the winner!" Eve announces.

Mila closes her eyes and bows her head, placing her open hands together in front of her nose. Chelsea and Shelby assume she is about to say grace and bow their heads as well. Mila takes a deep breath, and as she exhales, she pushes her hands toward the ceiling in a sort of Tai Chi exercise. Lily looks at her out of the corner of her eye. Mila brings her hands back to the starting position, then repeats this movement, only this time she changes the direction of her hands so that she pushes outward. Lily's eyes light up.

"Oh shit! You're doing the thing from 'Sensei no Himitsu'!"

Mila just smiles and continues.

"Bad-ASS!" Lily responds, and Mila's smile becomes a grin. "Alright. You focus your chakras or whatever. It won't help you win."

Amy sidles up next to Randall to watch the show. She's standing so close he can feel her warmth.

Daye stands on a chair over the pair of dog devourers. "On your mark... get set... EAT!"

Lily and Mila dive into their plates of sausages, their eyes locked, cramming the hot dogs into their mouths while the girls cheer them on. Mila and Lily chew with concentrated effort. Lily seems to be chewing a little more slowly than Mila, but she grabs another hot dog and shoves most of it into her half-full mouth. She never takes her eyes off Mila. Mila, however, breaks the staring contest, and her eyes widen with the effort of eating so much so fast.

Lily goes to put the rest of her dog in her mouth, and it slips from her grasp and falls on the floor. "SHIT! Goddammit, Randall! Did you have to use so much oil??"

"I... didn't use any--"

"Whatever! Can someone please wash that off for me?"

Meanwhile, Mila is working on her third.

Lily picks up her third and says, "Wow, Mila, what's it like having so many wieners in your mouth at one time?" Daye cackles wildly at this, and Mila's face flushes, but she remains focused.

They eat the franks ferociously, like two starving jungle cats.

Biting into her fifth, Lily stops and says, "Jesusfuckingchrist, Randall! Did you have to char the outside of these things so bad? I'm gonna do the same thing to your dick if I lose! Someone bring me some water, quick!"

Eve notices there is some charring, but not nearly as much as Lily is making it out to be, and smiles, suddenly very proud of Lily.

Precious seconds slip away while Kaylee races to bring Lily some water. Lily gulps down a little and gives her hot dog a savage bite. "Durn't yur ervrn thirnk irv wirnirng," she says to Mila.

Randall starts to become somewhat skeptical of Lily's intention of winning, but stays quiet.

Lily starts to pick up steam. She starts to chew faster, swallowing bigger chunks in an effort to close the gap.

Mila bites into her eighth just as Lily swallows her seventh. Lily picks up her eighth and tears into it. She's gaining. And then...

Mila throws up her arms, mouth open, showing no hot dogs left. The girls all cheer for Mila, High Queen of Hot Dog Hill.

Lily slams her fist on the table causing the plates to jump, and storms off to the bathroom.

"Going to blow chunks?" Daye asks, and Lily gives her the finger while hiding her smile.

When Lily returns, Mila is wearing her tiara and grinning from ear to ear. She walks over to Lily and puts out her hand. "I... I'm sorry for winning. You were a great opponent."

Lily almost cries at this, but steels herself and says, "Yeah, whatever. You did pretty good, I guess," and slaps her hand like giving her a "sideways five" and thinks, if you're gonna sell it, sell it.

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As the afternoon turns to evening, the girls drop like flies. Not even the roar of the chainsaws on the TV could keep Daye and Lily awake. They are passed out together on the couch while Eve and Kaylee find spots on the floor. Mila, still wearing her tiara, is on the floor near Kaylee. Shelby and Chelsea are cuddled up, asleep in an armchair. Amy, however, is sitting on the floor, drinking a cup of hot tea and staring at Randall as he stirs, awakening from a short doze.

"Hey, Amy," he whispers, stretching. "What's up?"

Amy shakes her head and takes a sip of tea.

"I... I need your help," she says. "It's... it's for a project."

"Okaaaay," Randall says warily.

"You see, most homo sapiens initiate the mating ritual by pressing their... nourishment intake orifices together."

Randall is getting better at deciphering her "science" speak. "Yeah, kissing. Go on."

"I... don't have any context as to why this should stimulate the gonads in such a way as to enhance the chances of successful breeding."

Randall chuckles quietly and thinks, "She's asking why people kiss?" And she's saying, "I've never kissed anyone before," at the same time.

"Uh, Amy, I guess people kiss because they like to, and yes, it can be very stimulating to the uh... gonads. Especially when you kiss other places, not just the mouth."

He continues, "For instance, Eve, here, she really likes it when I kiss her on the space right behind her ear. She says it gives her tingles. Daye, however, likes to be kissed on her nipples and neck. So, it's different strokes for different folks. You just have to experiment and find out what you like."

She takes out a small notepad and pen from her back pocket and jots something down in it.

Randall mentally rolls his eyes, "But remember, it's not a 'process'. This isn't an assembly line where you put together a sexual encounter with building blocks. This is a fluid, dynamic thing. You let your heart guide you, not your brain."

Amy huffs a small laugh, "That makes no sense. Your brain is where everything happens. Love is nothing but a chemical reaction in the brain that tells humans to mate and conceive. That's it."

"Then why do you want to impress your dad so much?"

"That's... personal," she says, and puts her notepad away.

"Amy, if you want to think that way, who am I to argue? But at some point, you might want to consider owning your emotions before they own you. You're just as human as the rest of us. You're not a robot, or a Vulcan, or anything else that lacks emotion. I get it, things can be scary and confusing at times, but that's what makes the victories seem so sweet. You know?"

"Well... will you..." And she hides her face in her hair. "Will you... kiss me? Just for empirical research. I don't want to like, copulate."

Randall takes a deep breath and lets it out. "Amy, you are a wonderful, beautiful girl. I would love to kiss you, but I need to talk about it with my girls first. I made them a promise and..."

"But you're the club Daddy!" She whispers fiercely. "This is your job, right? To protect and guide us? I need guidance."

Randall sighs again. "Amy, I --"

And then Amy's face lights up. "We can do a workshop! Next week. At the meeting. Yes! Oh man, this is gonna be so effing cool!" She whips out her notepad and starts scribbling in it furiously. "This way, it's a club-sanctioned activity. No rules or promises broken, just support and guidance, right, 'Daddy'?"

"Uh... I, uh, guess. I'd have to ask Eve."

"Sure, sure, sure. We'll ask Eve, no doubt! Okay. I... I gotta call my mom. I need to go to bed too." She stands and offers her hand. "Thank you, Daddy. You're gonna be a lifesaver! Er... what I mean is, I look forward to this future learning opportunity."

Randall shakes her hand, unsure of what he just agreed to.

Continued in Chapter 8!

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