The door creaked as Scott slid into his daughter's room.

"Is it," Kaitlyn squealed, squeezing her thighs around the bedpost going up her skirt as she thrashed around, "time?"

"I'm afraid so. Are you going to scream like Tammy?"

Her budding breasts swelled with each breath. "No, Daddy." Fluids ran down her legs and bedpost.

Scott stroked her long red hair and placed his Glock 17 against the back of her head. "Do you want to put a shirt on?"

"No, Daddy."

BANG! Brains and blood exploded out of her forehead as she slid down the bedpost and slumped over.