The front door creaks open. She is trying to be as quiet as possible . . . sneaking back into her Daddy’s place. But, although the entryway is dark, and the lights are off in the main hallway, she can see that the lights are on in Daddy’s office, as a beam of warm yellow incandescence slips through the door-jam seam and across the hallway floor and wall. Classical music plays on his office stereo. She tries to tip-toe down the hall, but, despite the music, her heeled shoes inevitably broadcast her arrival as they knock against the hard-wood floors — the tell-tale signature of this (wanna-be) delinquent’s return. (Damn! These sexy shoes looked so cute when she sneaked out. And she relished the attention she was getting from the boys at Karen’s place. Now she wished that she had taken them off before coming in. In fact, she should have changed out of her entire outfit! Daddy has never seen her dressed like this before.)
She hears the familiar sounds of Daddy working in his office — the music, papers being shuffled — then a pause . . . “Young Lady get your butt in her now!”