"Dad, I really want to tell you something," Heather began to say.
"What is it sweetie?" her father replied, his platinum blond hair somewhat blinding in the sun. His only pieces of clothing were a pair of boxers and some sunglasses.
Heather took a deep breath. "I'm moving out."
"What? Why?" her dad asked. "Am I not hot enough?"
"You're hot, but I'm not into blond guys," Heather replied.
Her dad sighed. "You're right. But where are you going?"
"To an apartment in Redwood City. It'll be great, don't worry." Heather smiled.
"You remember what I taught you, right?"
"Of course, how could I forget those pleasurable experiences father?"
"Very funny," said Heather's dad, putting a hand into his boxers. "You want some more?"
"Hell no, blondie," Heather replied, leaving the house. "See you around."
And for the first time since he was fourteen, Kenneth Doll was finally free of a child.
