Spencer bit her lips after she yelled weighing her options once again quickly. She couldn't call Ashley to come rescue her because, she was stuck obviously. She couldn't call Glen for help because well, Glen was Glen. Clay wasn't home and she knew this because on Thursday all he could talk about was all the struggles with his paper and today, he'd gone to help set up the bake sale early, so he could hit the library to continue working on it. She decided her Mom probably wasn't the best idea, because with Mom, came questions and with questions came answers and answers led to lots of quality Ashley-free alone time in her room. Last but not least there was Dad, and Dad was....

Actually......

"MOM NEVERMIND! I NEED DAD'S HELP!"

Ms Carlin stopped in her tracks. "SPENCER!" she shouted from the bottom of the steps. Spencer panicked thinking that she'd already made her way to her door.

"YEAH?" she yelled back.

"WHATEVER IT IT, MAKE IT FAST BECAUSE WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE FOR THE BAKE SALE!" Ms Carlin sighed and proceeded back to the kitchen where she coldly approached her husband. "You're daughter needs you upstairs" she said pouring Glen some orange juice.

"Mom can you like, cut up one of these oranges on the table and like do that squishy thing to it in there, it makes the flavor better." Glenn rubbed his hands together and made a squishy sound at the word.

"Glen....you have legs right?" Mr. Carlin smiled.

Glen looked down.

"Yeah?" Glen looked up and it clicked.

"Use them." his Dad said in a sweet but stern tone. Glen huffed and got up.

"I'M COMING SPENCE...." he yelled.

As Mr. Carlin got closer to his daughter's door Spencer could hear his footsteps approaching. She took a deep breath and waited to hear him at the door, she felt herself a little more at ease since she'd decided that her Dad could help with the situation mainly because her Dad never barged into her room, he would always knock and respected that doors were put in houses for a reason. Finally she heard the tap tap she was waiting for.

"Dad?"

"Yeah it's me."

"Ok...put your ear up to the door and listen." Spencer called moving her way back over to the side of the bed closest to the door. Mr. Carlin squinted his eyebrows a little and placed an ear to the wood.

"Yeah." he said.

"Can you hear me?" she whispered.

"Yes Spencer." he said.

"Look, I am sort stuck here."

"Where?"

"Here, you will see...but actually.. you won't see because I need you to shut your eyes." Spencer's wave of embarrassment grew larger in her stomach.

"Spencer, is this a game or something, because if it is we are going to have to/"

"Dad, no....it's not a game, I swear please just do it....close your eyes and open the door." Spencer gulped. Mr. Carlin sighed and shut his eyes as the knob turned and as Spencer looked up she saw her Dad, standing in her door frame, with his eyes tightly sealed.

"Can I open my/"

"NO!" Spencer yelled and then realized she should probably lower her voice if she didn't want the rest of the Carlin Klan to join her for a half naked reunion in her room.

"Alright then, now what?" he said putting both his arms out and then slapping his sides.

"Come towards my bed until you feel the mattress...just walk straight." Spencer moved back over to the other side of the frame.

Mr. Carlin put his arms out and then down and then back up again, sort of reminding his daughter of her fourth birthday, when she had pin the tail on the donkey and her Dad tried to be silly and play along with all her little girlfriends. She smiled at the thought and then went back to the stuck situation at hand. Mr. Carlin hit the bed.

"I'm here..." he said mono toned.

"Ok Dad, now reach to your left and grab my bed frame..." Spencer concentrated on her words, making sure to give clear cut directions. When her Dad reached for the frame she then gave him the next step. "Now grab it with the other hand...so you have both hands on it and pull." she shut her eyes and prayed that this would be a quick and painless band aid like pulling event. Her Dad obeyed and worked his way forward, his hands flinching a little red. With the one little glimmer of slack she got, Spencer pulled up and out of her frame. She then plopped down on her ass like a bouncy ball and raced under the covers. Spencer's Dad heard the plop, stood up straight and put his hands up, as if he were under arrest.

"Are you ok? Can I have my vision back now?" Mr. Carlin laughed.

"Yes Dad." Spencer whispered.

Mr. Carlin opened his eyes to blurry and then it all started flowing back, the colors of Spencer's room, her bed and finally, Spencer's face creeping slowly above her big spread. Her Dad looked at her, puzzled to say the least.

"Spencer...what was that?" he said referring to the events of the past five minutes. Spencer bit her bottom lip.

"Uh, can I use one of my 'embarrassing situation never to be spoken of again' Dad cards?" Spencer gave her Dad the cutest smile and the head tilt to woo all of the century and hoped for good results. Mr. Carlin just sighed and walked over to her, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"You are an interesting character young lady..." he laughed. "But you are my interesting character." he said sweetly. "Now come on, get yourself together, it's time for the brownie bonanza of the church bake sale and you need food in your stomach as well." he turned back towards the door and headed down the steps to be greeted by no other than his wife.

"What was that all about?" she asked nosily

He shrugged and cracked his knuckles.

"It was a Spencer to Dad kinda thing..." he said bluntly. "Nothing to worry about."

Back in Spencer's room, the girl sat on her bed and rubbed her sore breasts from the encounter. She sighed and placed her hand over her left nipple, soothing the coldness. She then did the same to her right and sighed again. Suddenly, all the memories of the morning nighted hours came rushing back to her, Ashley, the phone, Ashley, the flirting, Ashley's voice, the change in conversation, Ashley moaning and her pain quickly started to turn into a re run of earlier events with one missing link. Spencer stopped herself and quickly stepped out of bed before going under it to grabbed her shirt. As reached for it she found another missing element, her cell phone. She slipped on her shirt, put her phone on her dresser and made her way to the bathroom.

The shower probably isn't the best idea right now...the massage streaming wet jets vibrate and those three out of four of those words could make me so late to church that I don't even think Jesus himself would wait for me.