I wake up after a fitful hour or two of deep sleep.

Dad's got one arm around my shoulder. A big muscular leg is wrapped around my two delicate ones. He's snoring softly. I decide to try to unwrap his limbs from my body so that I can get up. Get up and ....what? Take a shower? Leave the house? Call the authorities? I wasn't sure.

As I slip out from under, him, though, I feel his hand grip my arm. "Wait just a minute, angel." I freeze, afraid of what may happen next.

"Tell me what we just did. On your bed. And then you can go. I won't...