Daddy, My Thighs Are Sore

Hey guys, I never thought I'd be spilling this, but Steven twisted my arm. So get this—my stepdaughter Paisley struts into the spa today, whining about some thigh drama from school. Girl's got me second-guessing if she cooked this whole thing up just to corner me, all sly and seductive. She gripes about her boyfriend flopping hard, and bam—one thing snowballs into another. Turns out, Paisley's craving a real lesson from the top dog she knows. Yeah, that's me, strutting my stuff. Damn, it hits you: how many 'daughters' have I led astray in this joint? But hey, my girl's a spitting image of the old step-block—naughty as hell. Regretfully yours, Eric.