We finished eating and Donna said: "I'll manage the dishes...you girls go on and finish your makeover. I won't bother you, but will tell you when it's time to take Grace home."
I got up and grabbed Grace by the hand and lead her back up to the bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I said to the ginger girl: "Okay. You'll need to get your clothes off so I can have you try on some lingerie. You've GOT to upgrade your lingerie, girl. Your undies need to be burned!"
"B-b-b-but what about d-d-daddy? How am I-I-I going to explain t-t-this to him?" she stammered in response.
"You're in the habit of exposing yourself to your father regularly?" I teased.
Again, she turned a deep crimson and nervously replied: "N-n-noo, b-b-but my little sister will t-t-tell."
