I'm not going to lock her in her room or tell her what clothes to wear. Which, by the way is not the same thing as telling her what clothes to not wear. I'm her father, that's my right as long as she's living in my house. And you can be damn sure my little girl isn't going to be the football team's slut.
She's mad at me. Sulking, in her room. You might want to go talk to her. She doesn't listen to me.