Richard heard the catcalls as his slut of a daughter walked up the sidewalk. Her timid knock could barely be heard but he had been waiting for it for a good twenty minutes now. Heaving himself out of the chair, he shambled over to the door, knocking beer bottles around on the floor in the process. With a jerk, he yanked the door open and stared at his daughter.<br/><br/>"Why in the hell are you so late, slut?" he called out loudly. Some of the other welfare bums smiled and began to edge closer to watch what was about to become a nice show. "Don't give me no lies either. It was some damn boy I bet. Well, did he get your knickers from you? Let's see them, bitch."<br/><br/>Almost weekly, he blamed her for losing her panties and, by implication, her virginity. He forced her to lift her skirt to display that she still had them on. His bitch of a wife had stopped wearing panties for a good six months before she ran off. At least, that was what his imagination told him. In reality, she had just gotten fed up with his attitude and called it quits. He was never one to listen to reason so she had stopped trying to defend her long hours at work that were required by his alcoholism.