She went to her room and I thought she was going to bed. Instead about five minutes later she came back into the room wearing a near transparent nightie. Guess she thought of me as her father and not a guy who was married to her mother. Her own father had been gone, who knows where, for nearly eight years. She came toward me before veering off toward the kitchen. As she approached I tried not to stare but with the thinness of the material showed the lack of any hair framing her womanhood. Then as she turned and went to the kitchen, she passed between me and the light,...