A Very Helpful Girl
“Okay, Dad, are you ready?” “Yes, Quinn. Come in and let me see.” Luke was apprehensive. He wasn’t looking forward to having to tell his eager, fifteen year old daughter the idea she’d been so excited about probably wasn’t going to work. Then she walked into his home office in one of the outfits they’d bought at the mall earlier that day. It was the black, “lady executive” suit, with matching skirt and short-waisted jacket. The skirt was shorter than he’d thought it would be, and in sheer,...