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Get up, Daisy Mae.

Lord, and I thought I was running late.

I guess I should be grateful you're in bed at all, huh?

Daisy. Daisy Mae.

Oh, no.

Don't you start with me, young lady.

You are 19 years old, for heaven's sake.

Do you really need your stepmom and I have to babysit you on your own wedding

day?

I swear you stand up that pastor's boy at the altar, I will drag you down there

myself.

No.

Enough!

I'm not marrying him.

I don't want to hear it, young lady. Of course you don't want to hear it. All

you want to hear about is Daddy's campaign.

Daddy's campaign is the reason you got the prom dress you wanted this year. And

if you want to keep getting nice things, I suggest you put on that wedding dress.

Well, maybe I don't want to marry him, Mama. Maybe I want to marry for love.

God damn it! This is real life, Daisy Mae!

I'm sorry. I tend to lose my temper with you sometimes.

Go down to the parlor.

Get ready with the maid.

Don't have breakfast.

It's your choice Well,

I don't have a choice

What are you doing?

What's it look like?

You were supposed to meet Margaret in the parlor.

It's no bother now.

Margaret's gone.

Margaret? You mean your very best friend, Margaret?

That's the one.

Mama, where'd she go?

Your father.

Accused her of stealing.

Foolish. Stealing what? That little old gold ladder that he loses every other

week?

Oh, no.

He would never.

He would remember that.

And what? He's making you help me get ready for this stupid old wedding

instead of going out to help her?

Doesn't matter. Please.

Go give her some money. I know you want to help her.

I'll get ready for the wedding myself.

Did you find her?

Yes, baby.

She's going to be just fine.

Wow.

You look radiant.

What, baby?

What is it, sugar?

Mama, I don't want to do this.

I know, but it's not that simple.

There are. Did you ever want to do this?

No.

I dreamed of so much more.

I didn't tell my mama, Mama, when I grow up, I want to be a trophy wife.

Nobody says that.

No, they don't.

But who are we to question the role of a woman?

We'd be out of order.

He be calling us loudmouth sluts by now.

Daisy.

But, Daddy, I don't want to be in the kitchen. I'd rather dance for the devil.

That poor girl, she has so...

I always thought you were much more beautiful.

Wow, Luffy.

Stop. Wait, stop.

I can't. What I've done, it's just so wrong.

Is it wrong or is it because I made you feel something real for the first time?

I felt it too.

See, I told you you'd feel something wrong with me.

Oh, Jason, my... If you don't like this at all,

hold up.

This is my girl.

My naughty little girl.

Daddy

doesn't

even know what to do down there.

Baby girl.

Yeah.

That's so fucking weird.

I can't do that.

Oh.

I'm going to play with your titties.

Rub them titties on mine.

Yes, baby.

Get me out of

this dress.

Yes, baby.

Oh, fuck yes.

Oh, you

naughty little girl.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yeah, baby.

Oh, shit.

That's my girl.

Oh, yes, make that clip for mama.

Oh, yes.

Yes, baby.

Oh, shit.

Yes.

That's it.

Right there.

Uh-huh. Yeah, right there.

Your tongue knows exactly what to fucking do, doesn't it?

Oh, yes.

That's it right there.

Oh my word.

Look.

Turned on.

Oh mama,

you taste so good.

So fucking pretty.

Yeah. Oh

my goodness.

That sweet little tongue of yours.

That's rational.

Thank you.

That's my girl.

That's it.

Oh, look at that sweet sugar.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, my goodness.

I can't help myself.

That is just a sweet, sweet baby.

What wedding?

Your wedding.

I just want more of you.