Lexi stood in the doorway; the hallway was dark behind her.

“Papa ... Daddy?” her voice, pitched like a little girl, pleaded pitifully. “Can I come in?”

Alex was in the process of waking up, lying in bed, stretching. “May I come in?” he growled. “You know how to ask permission.”

She stamped her foot. “May I come in? I need to talk to you.”

Alex groaned. It was never good when a woman says ‘I need to talk to you.’ “Yes, Alexandra. You may come in.”

“Thank you, Alexander,” she replied sweetly, stressing her father’s name. She knew he was as enamored of the formality of his name as she was of hers, which meant neither like formality. She glided into the room and opened a drawer on one of the two dressers in Alex’s bedroom. “I also need to borrow some of Mom’s scanties.”

“Don’t you have enough of your own? I spend enough money at Andre’s, that’s for sure!”

The shyness was back in her voice as she said, “Yes, Papa, you do, and I love all of the nice things you’ve given me.” She looked over her shoulder at him, her chin touching the spaghetti strap of her chemise. “But, sometimes, a girl just has to have something special!” She turned her head back to her task. As she bent over to look in a lower drawer, her chemise rode up her back, revealing she wore nothing beneath it.

“Just what are you looking for?” asked Alex.

“Oh, just something to get Joey excited. He likes me in short dresses, but he really likes me when I dress up in stockings and heels, but I want something to add to that,” she said as she rummaged around in one drawer, then another.

Alex threw the covers off himself and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He wore boxer briefs, and the outline of his cock an indication Lexi’s bare pudendum had aroused him. He stretched once more, his hands almost reaching the ceiling.

“Just what do you think will get that idiot excited? I should think that a puff of your perfume would have him acting like a raving rapist!”

Lexi giggled, still searching. She suddenly stopped, and when she turned, he could see she was serious. “Sometimes, Daddy, I think you don’t like my choices very much.”

“Sometimes I don’t,” said Alex, stepping towards her. “Sometimes I don’t like the choices you make at all. But I’d like to think I’m wise enough to let you make them and learn from them. I just hope that some of your choices don’t turn into permanent mistakes!”

Lexi stepped up to him, put her hands to his bare chest, and leaned into him. “I know,” she said softly, “and I hope I learn from them, too. I’ll try not to do something too stupid!” She leaned back and gave him a light slap on the chest. “Why don’t you get your shower and when you’re done I’ll show you what I chose.

Alex stepped into the bathroom and quickly shaved and showered. He was wondering just what Lexi had in mind.