’ The home was completely dark and the air was warm and still. She heard the faint sounds of a jazz piano drifting down the hall from the direction ...f the bedroom. She lay her purse and keys down on the table and began her journey down the hall, candle in hand. She reached the bedroom door, which was just ajar. She held the candle in her left hand and gently pressed the door with her right, peering in, as it swung open. Stepping into the room, she absorbed the scene, a dozen or so candles. 'She reached into her bag and pulled some tissues out to wipe her eyes and blow her nose, and there was a long pause before she went on.'Everything got back on an even keel between us after that and I realised that he did still love me in the same way as he always had. This other thing, this man, was just something inside him he needed to do from time to time but he always came home to me and he always loved me.'She looked at him. He could see her self-assurance returning and her voice was. He then pushed the nightgown back over her shoulders and arms. His daughter was naked underneath. Then he moved even closer; slowly lowering his head. For the first time in his life he was about to kiss his own daughter, in more than a fatherly way. He saw the fear and -- and yes the lust too -- in her face.Finally, he took her in his arms and brought his lips to hers. Instinctively her lips slightly parted and their lips began to gently suck upon each other's. As the warmth began to build. Michael had a secret, andstaying with his aunt and cousin enabled him, if lucky to escape intothis secret. Today was one of those occasions.Telling his aunt that he was not feeling well and wanted to rest meant hehad the house to himself while Sarah and her went shopping.Michael ran down the corridor and entered Sarah's room. It looked muchlike any eleven-year old girl's room. The air had a hint of femininescent, the walls were a hue of quiet pastel pink, the vanity was a mix oftrinkets, photos.