EXCERPT from DADDY'S GIRL "You want to fuck me," I said. I've always had that problem, saying whatever crap comes into my head. He nodded. "I want to fuck you, too," I said. "Is that bad?" He nodded again. "Can we do it anyway?" Another nod. I reached out and ran my fingers along the curve of his jaw, then his chin, then over his lips. He kissed my fingertips. "Come upstairs," I said. . . .