A Strong and Continued Inclination
I
David sat at his desk sifting through files, nose to the grind stone as
usual. He heard his daughter Jenny enter through the back kitchen door. The
ringing of laughter indicated she was not alone, most likely her friend and
neighbor, Myra or Myra Baby as her Southern mother was fond of calling her.
Myra was more like a cousin to Jenny, neighbors since birth. The more that
David thought about it, since Jenny's mother had died five years ago, Myra had
become more like a mother to Jenny. Myra was eighteen, two years older than
Jenny. Myra seemed to have a little more influence over Jenny than David was
ready to accept.
The fact that Jenny didn't say hell-o before heading to her room with
Myra was enough to make his eye twitch. David called to the girls asking then
to come into his office.
"Jenny, how much homework do you have tonight?"
Jenny tugged at her plaid skirt and tried to avoid the question by
launching into some drawn out story about gym class. David ignored and
interrupted, "Make sure Myra leaves by seven so you can study."
"No problem David; my mom and I are going out to dinner."
David narrowed his eyes at Myra. She had begun to call him by his first
name as opposed to Sir. David knew that Myra's indulgent mother and
pussy-whipped father were creating a little monster-bitch, which was fine at
their house, but not in his.
"You can call me Sir, Myra."
Jenny had already dashed out of the room, her blonde pony tail a blur.
Myra looked right into David's eyes, raised on dark eyebrow and said, "Yes Sir."
As Myra turned on her heel and left the office, it occurred to David
that Myra had just flirted with him; a spoiled friend with influence over his
daughter was one thing, but a slut with influence was entirely different.
