“Si, Popi, I am sorry.” She said.“I’m not mad, no reason to say you are sorry,” I replied. “I just want us both feeling good later. Earlie... was just a warm up.” Anita’s eyes grew large, and then she blushed and hid her face. The meatloaf was done and plantains were just finishing, I popped open a couple Bananita sodas and took the food to the table. We were like school kids through dinner, laughing and teasing each other. We fed each other, kissed and made faces. I felt like a teenager again.. Together they were insanely hot in that we don’t know how good we look cause we’re really nice kind of way. And they were sickly in love with each other.As they enjoyed their meal, they talked, and laughed, never using their phones except to check the time of their movie, as I overheard. This was unreal. Even the old people these days are taking photos, or checking facebook or snapchatting with the grandkids. These two, were just on a date. Then there was the touching and the kissing. And when. .. ?" Was his victim last Friday. You don't want to know the details. I wish I didn't," I added sadly. "This is all under a double-triple-cross-my-heart promise of silence, everything I'm telling you. Don't breathe a word of this to anybody, ever! Promise?"She looked stoned, but crossed her heart three times, nodding. "I triple-cross-my-heart promise." The thing is, if the cops or the ADA get her name they'll want her to file a complaint, and that would wreck her. The cops want to know where I. I closed our bedroom door behind me and stood on the landing for a minute, my mind full of doubts. What I wanted was certainly not normal by most moral standards but by her own admission, it had done Susie no harm. In fact, she believed it had helped her.Did I really have my stepdaughter’s best interests at heart?Or was it just my own perverse sexual gratification?Perhaps these thoughts were merely an attempt to make myself believe I had made a rational, sensible decision, because looking back,.