Lyric took her time, taking care of her body while trying to center her mind. She didn't need to get all soft over some bloke who could be her dad. Yeah, he fucked her well, but he truly wasn't very nice. Good for a laugh, good for a song, but, honestly, what the fuck was she thinking?

She came back out and pulled on a shirt, just a simple black thing with a white logo on it of some band she'd never even heard of. Then she found some panties and pulled them on, too.

"You want a fag?" she asked, finding her pack to light one up.