Angeline wasn’t there. I looked in the kitchen and in the dinning room but she still wasn’t there. I figured she’d probably gone upstairs to use...the bathroom or something. I walked up the stairs slowly. I walked down the hall. She wasn’t in the bathroom. I headed for her room. The door was slightly ajar. I could see she had a lamp on. I heard music. I opened the door a little bit to see if she was dressed. I half hoped she wasn’t. She was on her bed. It took me a few seconds to realize what she. I had no bad intentions towards her until an incident. An incident that changed our lives.I was bored in the house all day and thought of exploring the local area on my own. I thought this will definitely be interesting than to be in the house doing nothing. I thought of going to Sangita’s cafe and the places around. I left the house at around 12. I went around the area but could not find Sangita’s cafe at all. I was quite sure that I went into almost every cafe in the area and couldn’t see her. "I looked back at Heather, and gave her a small wave before opening mydoor and stepping outside. I'd only taken two steps toward the doorbefore I was noticed by the photographers, and they started snappingshots as I approached. I tried to put a smile on my face while Ipassed, but I wished they'd leave me alone. I didn't look back atTracy, because I didn't want them to focus on her.Once I was inside the building, I found Dad waiting for me. He lookedreally stressed for some reason. I mean, it. When it was over, she sagged, panting for breath, and I sat up, smiling with my face soaked.She smiled too. We stared at each other for half a minute, and then she softly and sweetly said, "Okay, Daddy. Now."I knew what she meant. What she wanted. And by then I was ready to give her anything. I stood up as she swung her body around to lay longwise on her bed. She watched me shove my pants down and step out of them. I took off my shirt, too, so that I was as naked as she. Her eyes drank.