He off the bed, scrambling trying to shut the light off the phone. Sweat immediately starts to form on his forehead. He thinks to himself, `it's just a matter of time before the cops show up.' He turns to his daughter, not sure how he's going to keep her from calling the police. He stammers, "I...I...I'm sorry honey, I don't know what go into me. I shouldn't have done that. I'm going to delete it right now." He fumbles with his phone, his hands shaking so bad they were nearly uncontrollable. "You're not going to show anyone that picture, are you?" The question stops him in his tracks. He needed a second to process what he just heard. "Show anyone, God no. Why would I do that? I swear, I'm going to delete it and I will never do that again." His fingers continue to be uncooperative, he couldn't even get to his photo gallery. "If you promise not to show anyone, you can keep it." He lowers his phone and looks towards the girl lying in the bed, again trying to process what he just heard. "You're okay with me having this picture?" "I guess it's only fair." "Fair? What are you talking about?" "I have a confession to make Daddy. I have pictures of you...down there." She nods towards his midsection. "My...what? How? When?" "Daddy, when you've had a long week and you have a couple drinks on Friday night, when your head hits the pillow you are comatose. You've slept through earthquakes and thunderstorms before. I was curious what it looked like, so I peeked one time. Then I took a picture one time so I could look at it without waking you."
He off the bed, scrambling trying to shut the light off the phone. Sweat immediately starts to form on his forehead. He thinks to himself, `it's just a matter of time before the cops show up.' He turns to his daughter, not sure how he's going to keep her from calling the police. He stammers, "I...I...I'm sorry honey, I don't know what go into me. I shouldn't have done that. I'm going to delete it right now." He fumbles with his phone, his hands shaking so bad they were nearly uncontrollable. "You're not going to show anyone that picture, are you?" The question stops him in his tracks. He needed a second to process what he just heard. "Show anyone, God no. Why would I do that? I swear, I'm going to delete it and I will never do that again." His fingers continue to be uncooperative, he couldn't even get to his photo gallery. "If you promise not to show anyone, you can keep it." He lowers his phone and looks towards the girl lying in the bed, again trying to process what he just heard. "You're okay with me having this picture?" "I guess it's only fair." "Fair? What are you talking about?" "I have a confession to make Daddy. I have pictures of you...down there." She nods towards his midsection. "My...what? How? When?" "Daddy, when you've had a long week and you have a couple drinks on Friday night, when your head hits the pillow you are comatose. You've slept through earthquakes and thunderstorms before. I was curious what it looked like, so I peeked one time. Then I took a picture one time so I could look at it without waking you."