. You name it, and both father and daughter mentally experienced it.It was on that night that she let her father touch her breast while on his lap, th...t Michelle knew for sure what was going to happen, although she didn't know how or when; she was not about to try to plan that. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt now that her father wanted to 'do it' to her and she had come to grips with her own feelings; she now openly admitted to herself that she wanted it to happen too. She loved him very. “There’s something— well, it’s called rape, it means taking a woman by force, by strength against her will.”Her face clouded as she said this, and I saw all was not right with her. “Does this happen to you?” I asked.“Not to me, but to other women,” she said. Tears began in her eyes. “Even to little girls,” she added in a tone that was suddenly harsh.I could not believe such a thing; my mouth opened but no words came out. Then she shook her head sharply. “Never mind, I don’t want to think about. Even more, when I tried them on, a huge weight was lifted from my shoulders, literally. I’m not sure how often you have been shopping for bras, but spotting a 34H on the rack is impossible, and here they not only had a selection, but ones that made me feel sexy. The underwire actually touched my skin. We bought jeans and dresses, blouses that were cut for my size and skirts. She bought me shoes and even took me accessory shopping. I was in heaven. When I got home, I laid everything out on my. “I’m not sure if I want to see him again,” Michelle said.“Why?”“When we finished lunch I needed to go back to the dorms to get my books for my next class. He walked back with me, which wasn’t strange because he’s in the same building, but on a different floor. But he came to my door and tried to kiss me. I did what you said, and shook my head and said ‘no’. He made a face, but he stopped. I just felt uncomfortable.”“Then don’t see him again,” I said.“He saw me on the Quad yesterday and asked me.