Rachel Rose Is Step-Daddy’s Girl

“Dad! Please!” Her voice cracked through the wood barrier. “I need to come out!”

I hesitated, knowing what this moment meant. We’d discussed this particular scenario before, back when she first moved into the dormitory and realized how fragile student housing plumbing could be. The main bathroom on our floor was currently undergoing maintenance, leaving only two options: the communal showers or her private bedroom, which contained a small en-suite toilet.