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 da...ghter, 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 within her, Michelle felt her entire body tingle as her father's. It had really hurt at the time and I had denied it to him, and to myself. But months afterwards, after having got over the rejection and the pain, I began to realise that he had probably been right. I had had a few other relationships since, and although the guys had been pleasant enough, I hadn’t really fancied them and the affairs quickly fizzled out. I just hadn’t been attracted to them sexually – was I frigid or something?I guess that over ensuing months I’d forsworn men – decided I didn’t. " Roger," Rick repeated the name, using the French pronunciation.Roger gestured to a young woman with shoulder-length dark blond hair pulled into a ponytail. "Zis is Brenda."Rick regarded her round face, full lips and her blue-grey eyes. "Pleased to meet you both. Here are your keys." He handed a pair of latchkeys to Roger. "And here is the garage-door opener. You're entitled to the right-hand bay. Do you have one car or two?" Just ze one." Otherwise, it's street parking I'm afraid, so I guess. Maybe watch TV." "Cool," she said. A pause and then, "You know, I shouldn’t have pushed Frankie out that time, but...he already had his fun and...well, I needed mine." She came over to me and sat up on the edge of the couch. "You dress up a lot, hon? I mean, when you're not with Frankie?" "Not really." "Do you think you're a girl? You know, deep down?" I shrugged. "I never really thought about it." I could still hear the shower running upstairs. Wished it would stop. "Ever have a wine cooler?".