I'm a little?

Chapter 3 (Acceptance)

Recap:
-Charlie found out she was a little and had a panic attack, after her friend (Sam) calms her down they decide to open Sam's letter... Sam now has something she needed to tell her best friend...

"I'm bi." Oh wow. And before I can speak she says "I know I should have told you, but I didn't know how you would react, you being religious and all. I'm so sorry-"
End Recap:

I interrupt her high-speed monologue with a big hug, even though I'm not a huge fan of hugs. I believe the moment required it.
"I'm so happy for you! You can tell me anything!" She stares at me, she doesn't believe me. Have I been that bad of a friend? Of course, I don't care about her sexuality!
I continue, "So I'm assuming your partner is a girl? Let's see her! Is she hot!"
I believe in God, and my God loves everyone! Her smile lights up my day!
"Omg yes!"
She shows me the picture, and I got to say. She is right!
"What's your classification?" I ask. "Vanilla relationship. She is the dom, I am the sub."
In most relationships, there is always the dom and the sub. Even in vanilla ones, though that's the only one without rules the dom puts in place. Omg I'm going to have rules! I- don't think about it. Ignore it! I was expecting to be a dom in a vanilla relationship.
My next question is, "Are you moving away?"
You almost always move to the doms house, unless of specific personal reasons, better house, family, job, etc.
"Well yes, but not far, just 3 hours away."
I take a deep breath and grab my letter.
"Let's see where I will be moving."
I skim through it, grab Sam's papers, and then look at mine. Finally some good news!
"We are in the same city! Only like 30 minutes away? Maybe more maybe less!"
She smiles and asked "um, who is your- well"
My smile disappears. My daddy. Nope. I refuse to call him that.
"My dom... my dom... I'm getting used to saying that. Ugh. Okay let me see, David, his name is David."
I look at his picture and show it to Sam, good looking, with soft features and fluffy brown hair. I can't tell from the picture what color his eyes are though.
I continue speaking, "He is 3 years older than me. Just finished college."
"That's nice, he looks nice Char!" I can tell she is trying hard to be 'nice'.
"Yeah. I guess so... can we talk later?"
"Sorry Charlie, we have two things we need to do! And we must start doing them! One, we need to write the email to our doms! And two, pack!"
"I, but..." I wanted to argue but I know she won't want to leave me alone now, not right after a panic attack. So I indulge her and say, "okay! Let's write your dom an email!"

Dad joke of the chapter:
When does a dad joke become a dad joke?
When it becomes apparent!
*feel free to comment your own (I might end up using some*