She got up and moved to Don's lap. She cried with him, her head on his shoulder, her tears running down his neck and under the collar of his tee-shirt. Don held his daughter close to him, becoming aware of the smell of her shampoo and the feel of her obviously braless breasts. She was so incredibly sexy. She was the object of his fantasies. Then she had given herself to him. He had found the strength to apologize and to resolve to make it right with her, but now the feel of her body in his arms was threatening to intoxicate him, yet again, with uncontrollable lust.

He remembered...