“That’s my Dad. I gotta go home,” Veronica says getting up off the bed and scrambling to put her clothes on. I hear my dad come out of his room and go downstairs to answer the door. With just her skirt and shirt on, her panties and bra stuffed in her purse she goes to the door. “But you’ve been drinking,” I claim and stand up. “Oh don’t worry about that, my Dad won't notice, we're safe.” She opens the door and leaves, clo...