By Jon Eugene

Alex, having just come home from work, entered the dining room and saw Lexi sitting at the table doing her homework. He leaned on the doorframe, removing his tie, just observing her as she read her textbook and made notes, her upper body weaving back and forth. She was still in her school uniform, but he noted that she wasn’t necessarily in compliance with the letter of the law.

He could see, through the slats of the chair, the bare skin of her rump, the red tartan skirt having been rucked up the back of the chair, exposing her. The smooth skin of her backside was tightly bisected by the scarlet ribbons of her garter belt and the tabs holding up her slate-grey stockings. This “getup” was distinctly not sanctioned by her rather strict private school. It was also evident that her skirt was not of regulation length, being somewhat shorter than usually allowed. He couldn’t quite see if she had on any panties. If she did, they’d have to be a small thong-style. She loved those! He smiled to himself: his daughter liked her little rebellions, just as her mother had.

He heaved himself upright and walked quietly to where his daughter sat, her attention fully on her homework.

“Well, this is some kind of welcome!” Alex quietly exclaimed, as he leaned in and gave her a kiss on the top of her head.

Lexi jumped slightly, but reached up to Alex’s head and pulled him downward, turned her head, and kissed his lips. As they pulled apart, she said, “Welcome home, Daddy. I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Obviously.” He pulled out a chair from the table and sat next to her. “What is it that has your undivided attention this evening?”

“Calculus,” she replied. “I’m studying for mid-terms next week. I’ve already done my history reading.”

Alex reached out and laid his hand against her cheek. Lexi closed her eyes and leaned into it, rubbing her cheek against his hand. Alex sighed.

“I suppose I need to work on supper, don’t I?” he said.

“I’m sorry, Papa,” said Lexi. “I just got so caught up in my work. I want you to be proud of me.”

“Oh, Lexi, I am so proud of you. You don’t need to do more. I’ll love you no matter what!”

“I know, Daddy,” was all she said.

After a couple more moments, Alex rose, draped his jacket and tie on the back of the chair, and headed to the kitchen. Lexi went back to her studies. After a few moments, though, she looked up, closed her book, organized her notes, then closed the notebook, too. She stood and, putting her hands onto the back of her hips, she stretched, pushing her small breasts against the fabric of her blouse.

She sauntered into the kitchen and watched Alex for a moment as he ground some crackers and put them in a bowl. “Would you like some help, Daddy?” she asked.

“Sure, Baby. Could you cut up some onions?”

She took a knife from the rack and sliced an onion in half, then in quarters and started mincing a small portion, which she deftly scraped from the cutting board into the bowl that held the crushed crackers and ground beef. Alex was rummaging around in the refrigerator, grabbing the eggs and milk. “What else can I help with?” asked Lexi.

“Aahh,” said Alex, drawing out the syllable, thinking. “How about roasted potatoes to go with the meatloaf?”

“Sounds yummy!” Lexi went into the pantry and gathered several small red potatoes. She brought them out to the kitchen and started cutting out the eyes and slicing the potatoes into chunks, which she put into a small glass casserole dish.

Lexi and Alex worked side-by-side, talking quietly, enjoying their time together. “Not exactly regulation, are you?” asked Alex. “Don’t the sisters get on you about how short your dress is?”