It all started when Jenny left her phone in her best friend Tammy's car. The timing was just unbelievable, she thought. Her laptop had been shipped off to for repairs the day before, so she was basically without any Internet access for hours and hours—pure torture for a teenage girl. Tammy was lifeguarding at the club for the summer, and said she'd drop the phone off until after work, but until then...Jenny just had to make her own fun.
It didn't take long for her to tire of TV and books, though. Soon, despite his firm rule against it, Jenny turned on her daddy's computer. Just to check email, she promised herself, and then I'll log right off, and he'll never know. As the laptop started up, however, she found herself a little curious about what her daddy looked at when he was online. She was bored: it was a lazy summer Sunday, nobody was around, there was nothing to do...and so, intrigued by the idea of snooping into his things, she checked his browser history, which it appeared hadn't been cleared in a long time. Nobody ever used her daddy's computer but him. It was for work only, he'd said.
If she'd thought about it at all, she'd expected to find-if she were going to find anything dirty-that her daddy would like what she assumed most men liked: tall, tanned, shiny peroxide blondes with hot pink lips, enormous fake tits, airbrushed smoky eyes, and practiced, sultry looks. She figured, naively, that was what all men really wanted. That was certainly what seemed the most popular when she looked at porn.
