Kassy sat on the couch waiting patiently for someone to come through the door. She knew the men were probably doing their “thing,” to get ready for the wedding. She had waited so long that she lost track of time, growing more and more frustrated over her predicament. Nearly two hours had passed, and Kassy had made up her mind to not be so timid about her request. Whoever the first one was through the door, would answer her questions, for she knew absolutely nothing about pleasing men.
It must have only been a few seconds after she had made that decision, huffing despondently as she did so, that her father, Brian, had made his way through the door. Kassy’s eyes were wide as saucers as she beamed, “Daddy, you’re home.” Brian didn’t know what to expect, and was caught off guard watching his sprite young daughter dash from the living room and leap into his arms. All he saw was a blur of red and pale cream skin moving towards him before he wrapped his arms around his daughter and refocused his eyes on her beautiful form.
Kassy always wore her night clothes around the house, so seeing her like this wasn’t too out of the ordinary. But, something about that moment, that hug she gave him, made him look at her in a totally different way. He was looking at a beautiful young woman now, and he could only feel that Adam was going to be the luckiest guy in the world.
“Daddy, Daddy,” Kassy’s voice turned to pleas. Before he had even had a chance to get settled, or even put his tux on the coat rack by the door, Kassy blurted out. “Daddy. We need to talk. I’m gonna be with Adam …,” she was dragging him by the hand towards the sofa, pulling him into the seat with her. “… on our wedding night. Daddy? I’ve never been with a man before … and I’m scared.” She swallowed a huge lump that had formed in her throat. “Mommy’s not here to talk to about it, so I was hopin’ …”
Brian’s jaw dropped to the floor. He had always dreaded this day, and had practically forgotten all about it; the day he was faced with explaining the birds and the bees to his lovely daughter. He had figured he had escaped that arduous task when she started blossoming and going out on dates. He never expected to have this talk, especially, just a few days before his daughter’s wedding.
He was at a loss for words, trying to figure out how he was going to explain these things. He couldn’t even believe his daughter was still a virgin … and now here she was asking him for advice? Oh how can I explain this to her, he asked himself.
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