A Daddy's lust for daughter turns to love.

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The dinner table was an awkward place to be these days. I ate silently on one end while my wife chatted jovially with our 20 year old son, Chris to my right, and tried to engage my 18 year old daughter, Leah in the same conversations from her spot on my left. Mostly, Leah stared at her plate and moved her food around, actually eating very little. That's how it'd been for about a week. Six days, to be exact. Six dinners had come and gone since I'd thrown myself at her and she'd told me to stop.

Let me back...