When they lay on the couch together, especially if she was on her period and wasn't feeling real well, she would take her father's big hand and put it under her shirt on her tummy. He always took her cue and gently rubbed it. It was so comforting to her. When she turned 18, if she was in the mood, she would place his hand on her breasts. She had tried to do that a few times before, but he always pulled his hand away as if it were scalded. It dawned on her, though he didn't say it, that it was because of that random "age 18" thing. That...