It had been an unusual day all round. When I got to work, half of the equipment wasn't working properly. After a two hours of waiting for maintenance to come and sort out the issues and get everything working, the manager finally came round and sent everyone in my department home as it wasn't possible to fix the problems today.

Then on the way home, there was an accident that left the road impassable for almost 90 minutes, seriously destroying the good mood that being sent home early had put me in.

And now, I'm getting text messages from a number that I don't recognise. Flirty, suggestive messages.

*ping*

Another message just came through. This one reads:

'Hey Stud, I have the house to mystery for a few hours while Mum and Dad are at work. Want to show me what you're made of?'

Clearly it's a wrong number, so I just ignore it. After all, I'm a happily married man and father of a beautiful twelve year old daughter. I wouldn't do anything to jeopardise that, especially not sleep with an unknown girl who's obviously not old enough to move out of her parent's house.

*ping*

Another text message from the same number, reading:

'Need more persuading, big boy? Maybe this will get your motor running.'

*ping*

A third message, this time a picture message, which my phone automatically opens. My eyes widen in disbelief at what I'm now seeing. On my screen is a photo of my darling Myra posing naked in front of the mirror. And she sent it to me.

But the number isn't one I recognising. So my daughter must have a second phone that I don't know about. Or at the very least, a second sim card.

'Myra, what is the meaning of this? Who are you inviting over to the house and why are you sending nudes? You are in big trouble when I get home, young lady!' I text back.

The traffic has started moving again, so it shouldn't be too long before I can confront her and get some answers.

*ping*

'SHIT! Is that you Daddy?' She replies to my text.