" But--" Shush." But--" Shush." Leon hugged Matilda's body to his. "It went wrong. Why must we talk about it?"Matilda lifted her head, but Leon cupped...it with his hand and guided it back to his chest."No more," he said. "We are done talking about it. It is over."Leon's hand slid lower, his fingertips teasing Matilda's cheek with a tender touch. She snuggled closer to his body and sighed. His fingertips moved all over the side of her face, and when they touched her lips she snatched one finger. As she cried in my arms, I figured she was having second thoughts because I was her son. That wasn't it at all. When she calmed she told me the story."Danny, the reason I'm having so much trouble is that...I met someone about eight months ago. His name is Jeff and he's a pilot. It started about the time we started. I thought I could handle it all but...I guess it's different this time...there are things about me you don't know but now I want to tell you" She curled under my arm and with her. He was no danger to your father's memory. He was simply - a cock.Fourth, you are right. I gave no thought to the possibility that he will brag to his friends.Fifth, he never told me about "reporting to you", and we never laughed together. Had he tried to laugh at you I would have kicked him (physically) out.Sixth, again you are right. Since your father passed away, I became so horny that I did not even consider being caught and found out.Pete, you are only 14, and yet I bared my soul to you in. She obviously wanted to learn quickly.One night she told me that she had one younger sister and two parents but she did seem to prefer talking about her father. Eventually she confessed that she fantasized about having sex with him. I told her that although it was i*****l it was far more common than people realise and once I had said that she seemed even more eager.Then one night she took it one step further by saying that she had just heard her father go into the bathroom. It was about 1 am.