"I’m so embarrassed, Daddy."
When she climbs out of the pool, topless and glimmering, I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help the images that flash through my mind. Can’t help the throbbing desire I feel. Can’t help the fantasies that consume me.
But I hold back, because I have to. It’s wrong to have these thoughts about her. I know she doesn’t feel the same way. She can’t.
Can she?