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"Someone asked me about Fifty Shades..."

There was only one place this conversation could be going; and Bekkah loved it. Listening to her dad rant was always highly entertaining (provided no part of that rant was directed at her). But listening to her dad rant about things that made him pity the state of the world...well...that added a whole new level.

Still, she could not resist fucking with him. Just a bit. "Oh yeah. Kate and I are going to see that Friday night. Anyway, I'll be late."

It's a lie. The movie part at least. She is planning on being out late Friday. Just not at the crappy movie.

No. Bekkah. No. Don't do that to your dad. That isn't nice.

Jamie looks up at his daughter, nose wrinkling up. "I know you're not serious. For one, I know you love me too much to betray me like that."

Well, no. But it was fun.

"I am so totally serious. We're going. And who knows, we may even find our very own Mr. Gr...yeah. No. I can't do it. We're going to the Isaac Mizrahi party." Cause Fashion Week. Your daughter's favorite week of the year.

"The I'll be late still obviously applies. So what did you say?"

A hand rubbed over his face and he glared at her. "That was not funny. Not at all." He paused, considering something. "Though, banged up as your friend gets, maybe she already has a Mr. Grey."

He gave his daughter a look. One that told her that she better tell him everything she knew right now or else.

There really was no or else, actually.

So that's how it was gonna be? They were gonna do this right now?

But what about the 50 Shades story? She wants to hear that.

Heaving a sigh (for no teenager has even been as oppressed as she was in this moment), Bekkah turned on the couch to face her dad. "She gets them at the gym, actually. Apparently her self-defense coach is super intense."

Did you tell them it was best used as kindling?

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