Unspoken Pleasure

Yet thinking about walking into the office that first day filled him with fear. He imagined hiding in his office -- door locked, under the desk. What was wrong with him? He knew he wasn't supposed to be beating himself up for his feelings, but James couldn't stop. He'd always held himself to a higher standard and now that felt so far out of reach.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

James got up and decided to walk around the house. Hopefully clear his thoughts. He knew Christine and Austin were out shopping. No 'little rests' for them, James thought ruefully. He knew that mother and son were on their best behavior. Going to the supermarket was probably the final step in both of their recoveries.

When he got down to the kitchen, he heard Lexi in the basement gym, working out again. Lexi had probably had it the hardest, James reflected, what with what had happened to her down at the lake. Yet here she was: back to her exercise routine, taking care of herself, not doing anything even remotely inappropriate with anyone. She wasn't leaving the house yet, but James figured that was only a matter of time.

James knew he should be proud of his oldest daughter, of his family. Instead they made him envious. Depressed. What was wrong with him that he couldn't get better and they all could?

As James loped back up the stairs, he heard music leaking out of his youngest daughter's door. Feeling lonely, he decided to see how Molly was doing. Father and daughter had been going through this together, in many ways. Maybe she could help him understand why normal still felt so far away. He knocked on the door and Molly called for him to come in.

James opened the door to his baby girl's bedroom. She'd decorated it in yellows and greens, very spring-like. Unlike Alexis' old room, it wasn't particularly girly. Molly's room was feminine, certainly, but it was clearly a place for a more studious kind of girl. Every wall was lined with books, even the ones that didn't have bookshelves. Besides the highlights of pink, Molly's room was mostly gender neutral. It was pretty messy, however, with clothes strewn all over the floor. The queen- sized bed was barely made.

Despite that, Molly was lying on her stomach on top of the sheets. She was wearing a very skimpy light blue top and a pair of shorts that barely covered her bottom. On a normal girl, the outfit would have been revealing. On Molly? With her voluptuous body? It was beyond obscene.

James stared at his daughter, blankly. Molly glanced up at him and smirked. That same sexy look that made him want to throw her down on the bed and...

James was aroused -- how could he not be with the scene in front of him -- but for the first time, he felt something more. Everyone was feeling better. He was still the same. His life was collapsing around him and he couldn't delay the destruction. And in that moment, looking down at his half-naked daughter lying on the bed, he realized he was angry. Angry at himself, angry at the world. Angry at Molly.

"Molly Jane Campbell what in the hell do you think you're doing?!" James shouted. Molly flinched so hard, she almost fell right off the bed. James seethed. Here he was, trying his best to be the best person he could, and his daughter was lying around in her underwear with her massive tits hanging out for the whole world to see. Her pert ass was practically plastered across his vision. Maybe if Molly wasn't always acting like such a tease, he'd be able to control himself. "Daddy?" Molly asked, her voice small. "I'm just reading?"

"You're acting like a slut is what you're doing," James said. Molly gasped when he said that word. Slut. "Look at that outfit. Are you out of your mind?"

"I was alone here in my room," Molly said, "I didn't see the big deal." She wasn't really arguing, just rambling along while her father continued to yell.

"The big deal?" James asked. He waved his arms madly as he spoke. He felt the heat of it all in his chest. "The big deal is that our whole family is working very hard to try to take back control of our lives. And you're flouncing around in that outfit, flaunting your assets. How am I... How is anyone expected to get better when you're wearing things like that?"

Molly was shaking. Her lower lip trembled. Her eyes were wet. She looked legitimately terrified and ashamed.

"Don't just lie there, get changed!" James shouted.

"Yes Daddy," Molly said. She jumped off the bed like it was a hot frying pan. She was so discombobulated, the poor girl started to strip down to nothing right in front of her father.

"Molly!?" James yelled. His daughter was down to her bra and panties, a matching orangey-pink set. She froze, stared down at herself, then at her father.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," Molly said. She stood there, covering her parts with her hands. She looked ready to cry. "I really am. I wasn't thinking about... About anything. God, I'm so stupid. I'll get changed right now." "No," James said.

"No?"

"No. Sorry isn't good enough," James said, "You need to think about what you're doing. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."