"Daddy! Please help me!" I heard my daughter cry out as soon as I stepped in the door from work. I dropped my briefcase and raced through the house, wondering what was wrong.
"Please, daddy, hurry!" She sobbed.
I frantically searched the house and found her in the restroom.
"Can I come in?" I asked, gingerly cracking the door open.
"Yes," She said, her voice hitching from the tears.
I wondered what was wrong, but then saw my precious daughter topless, her large, lactating breasts leaking into the sink.