Her phone buzzes on her desk.
Her butterflies flit around her stomach. Daddy knows her work schedule. He knows she’s almost due her break.
She forces herself to finish up an email and hit send before she flips it over.
Daddy: Make sure you tell me when your break starts. I have a task for you.
Her: Of course daddy
Warmth floods her body as she wonders what he’ll have her do. The minutes seem to drip by with increasing slowness, but then suddenly, miraculously, she’s free.
Her: I’m on my break now daddy.
A brief pause. Then he responds.
Daddy: Good girl. I want you to go and find a bathroom and lock yourself in one of the stalls. Can you do that?
Her: Yes daddy. Am I allowed to know what you want me to do yet?
Daddy: Patience baby
She moves quickly through the quiet corridors, her heart beating fast. She’s glad she hasn’t bumped into any colleges; she can’t hide the open lust in her eyes. Daddy might not be telling, but she thinks she might know what he wants.