She was certain it was penned in Regina Cyning’s own hand. It was one of her most treasured possessions.She called the kitchen and had breakfast del...vered to her study. As she ate and drank her coffee, she perused the guestlist and added the names of Randy and Sally Peters. Liam had spoken so highly of them that she couldn’t help but think they were special and should be included on this list. Thinking she might spice things up a bit, she added the name of her former roommate, Hana Ito plus. Her hands were under the table and I could hear her breathing change and become faster. I looked and could barely see she was rubbing herself while her pants were down further.Her eyes locked on mine and she struggled to compose herself. Writing on a napkin, she got up and dropped the note on my table, and walked out. I looked at the three words she wrote that said "I Want You." I got up paid the bill and went out to the parking lot, and saw her standing by a car not far from mine. I walked. They’d left the bedside lamps on as they made love, no doubt so they could look at one another. And as I saw them, I was struck by the seemingly romantic nature of their love-making as their bodies moved with real tenderness and feeling, totally different from the forceful and animalistic way Jason had taken Claire over the hood of his Cadillac eleven nights ago. I’d seen Jason and Claire make love in this gentle, loving way before. But even compared to those times, this seemed to me to be on a. ” “Oh? Why didn't you ever tell me?” “'Cuz Ms. Grover told us in Sex-Ed class that daddies and daughters don't play at sex. She said it was really, really bad an' that if our daddies thouched our pee-pees we were s'posed to rat 'em out to our moms, or a teacher or a cop or somethin', and then daddy would be took away and put in jail forever. So I quit coming to your bed 'cuz I didn't want that to happen...” “but...” “Daddy, I still wanna know why you fucked me.” “Um. I think maybe we.