Chapter 29

When Kat came out of the bedroom, she wore a short, ruffled tennis skirt and a sleeveless polo shirt that was a size too small, pressing against her tits and showing the distinct outlines of her nipple bars. I gave her a wolf whistle.

"I’m wearing this as an homage to Rita," she said.

"I can’t wait to talk about that," I said. I presented a meat and cheese board for her and handed her a glass of Champagne.

"Me either!" she said enthusiastically. "I know you wanted to tell me in person, but she was just so excited!"

"So, hey, before we get to that," I said, "there is one thing I need to tell you."

"What, daddy?" she asked.

"I watched the video of you and David Johnson from dungeon night," I said. "I know I shouldn’t have. It was sutpid. It was a long time ago."

"That night changed me," Kat said.

"I can tell," I said.

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