Ashley was nervous as her father stood at the door, holding her school uniform in his hand. She knew this meant trouble for skipping class again. Her heart raced as he entered the room and sat beside her on the bed. He put his hand on her thigh, tenderly caressing it through her short skirt. His touch sent shivers down her spine.
"I love you Ashley, but you can't keep doing this," he said sternly. "It's not fair to your mother or me. We've invested too much in your education." She looked into his eyes, tears beginning to well up. She knew she deserved this, but she couldn't help how she felt about school.
"Please," she begged softly. "I promise I'll try harder." He sighed heavily before pulling her towards him in a warm embrace. The tenderness in his touch surprised her; she hadn't expected such gentleness from him.
