Lookout

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Randall rubbed his forehead and asked his daughter, Jenny, "Just studying?"

She put on the perfect smile she'd practiced since she was a little girl and nodded. "Yeah, dad. That's all."

He looked her over. The makeup. The heavy bag. The light but lingering fragrance. He knew, but he couldn't prove it. Not yet.

Playing the dutiful but trusting father, he waited until she'd driven away in her car. Then, he unzipped a long, black bag in his closet. It looked like a ripple in the air. but it was a dense, malleable material. The researchers nicknamed it "The Fabric of Reality". No one at the top would say where it came from, but beta-testing was already underway.

He shook it out and slid the twinkling over his legs and pulled it up.

Beach, he thought.

With a twist of light and sound, he stood before the mirror as a young woman about his daughter's age. He turned his slim hand, flicked his long hair over his shoulders, and admitted, "Not bad" with a voice befitting his appearance.

Randall took a rental car down to the beach and his best pair of binoculars. He found what he expected, his little girl with her books splayed out on a blanket as a shirtless guy with a full pompadour of slicked-back hair bent over and pressed against her.

He clenched his fist and stomped, giving his impressive bust a sudden shake. Randall wanted to march up and drag him off but resisted that urge.

He was here to keep an eye on her. Sitting down a ways along the beach, he hawkishly peered through the lens. The books remained on the sand and they kept fooling around. Eventually, he stalked closer as the guy got up.

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Randall flashed a death stare the guy didn't even notice as he passed.

THWACK!

Stopped in place, Randall whirled around to see the guy had given him a hard slap on the bottom. Stunned, he watched as the guy tossed out the line, "You doing anything later, babe?" The scumbag's gaze went right to his chest.

He didn't say anything, but he glanced at his daughter. The guy cackled and explained, "Ain't no thing." Randall kept walking, knowing the asshole was watching his butt.

Walking by his daughter, she gave him a quick glance but hadn't seen what happened. Staking out the other side of the beach, Randall set a plan in motion.

He watched through his binoculars, stretching out on his stomach comfortably. A routine emerged.

The boyfriend would get up and go for the hotties when he was far enough away. Waiting for his opportunity, Randall dashed over to his daughter and gestured with his binoculars. "Hey, your boyfriend is flirting with that total slut over there."

His daughter stared, sizing up the woman before her. But he'd watched her get antsy every time the guy took a long time getting back, returning with pitiful excuses. He didn't raise a dummy. Surging forward, she peered through the binoculars at the clear sight of said 'slut' getting her behind groped by her boyfriend.

And the fireworks began. The sod looked like a deer about to be splattered. The shouts were almost loud enough to be heard from this distance. He watched and grinned widely as his daughter slapped that guy red across the face and stormed off.

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Now that was his little girl.