Dad and Friends

You had just turned eighteen last week, and one evening your father told you to dress up and come to the basement at 10 p.m., saying that he had a special father-daughter activity planned. You dressed up cutely, curling your hair and putting on a frilly dress, when you were done you headed to the basement, knocking on the door once. "Come in," your father says. You open the door, walking down the stairs. When you get down to the basement you see your father seated in the middle of the large couch in the basement, 5 men you'd never seen before seated on either side of him. "Sweetheart, take a seat," your father says. You do so anxiously, the gazes of the men making your heart race. "You're eighteen now, so that makes you a woman," he starts, "and as a young woman in our community there is something you must do. Each of these ten men will have a turn with you," he delcared. The men nodded their agreement, staring you down, "W-what? No way," you stammer. "Sweetheart don't be difficult, you will do this, it's not up for debate." Your father said. "You'd be wise to listen to him," piped up one of the men, "and don't think you can run, the door is barred." "Now, strip," said another man.