It's one in the morning.

I can't sleep.

My head is pounding. Everything was just so fucked up.

I don't understand a thing. Only a couple of days ago, Anna has been my little girl - my sweet little daughter.

And now?

Now I can't get her parting words out of my head: "I'm going to go to my room and jerk off thinking about how badly my stepfather wants to see my tits and ass."

The fucked-up thing is that she is right.

She knows.

I'm still awake when I hear a little movement on the other side of my bed about an hour later.

"Josh?" she says, shaking...