Fhulhi

 Zoe pranced around the kitchen with a spring in her step as she bopped her head to an imaginary tune, “I kissed a girl and I liked it, the taste of her cherry chap stick.” Jack Carter, who had just gotten out of bed on one of his rare days off, stared incredulously at his 17 year old daughter, “What did you just say?” The younger blonde’s head snapped up, not aware of the fact that her father was standing there, “It’s a song, dad. You know, by Katy Perry.” “No, I don’t know.” He stopped to think. “Have you ever…?” his voice trailed off. “Dad, if I were a lesbi