She had a long trail of her Daddy's sperm leaking over her chin. She licked her lips and swallowed again, deliberately, so James could see. He reached over for a napkin, but Molly shook her head obstinately and continued to tongue her father's spend off her face. The last bits, she wiped off with her hand and then licked that, like a kitty.

"Better?" he asked.

"Oh yes," Molly said, "Better?"

James laughed. "Yes, sweetie. Thanks."

"Sorry, Daddy. We were driving, and I couldn't stop thinking about the time before and I just..."

"It's OK, honey. Like Dr. Pulisic said, we have to take small steps and not beat ourselves...