They liked the same kinds of movies, and could spend hours at the library together. When he told me about all this, he finally remembered one incident...that I think might be the prime contender for when he began to have sexual thoughts about his daughter. They had been outside raking leaves and pulling weeds and splitting firewood to get ready for winter. It was still hot out and they were both hot and sweaty when they went inside. She went and took a shower, and, about the time he was going. "Yeah?" She shouted, then said, "good morning, by the way." Morning, um, Becky?" Pause. "Do you mind if I use the bathroom?" No, sure, come in, nothing we haven't seen before," she replied cheerfully. The curtain was drawn, and I sat down, and did my business. The water stopped, and a dripping hand reached out, flailing for a towel, which I handed to her. "Thanks, sleep well?"I replied that I had not. "Oh, sorry. You can use the shower in a minute. Help yourself to the spare toothbrush." She. I've been looking forward to tonight."She giggled. "Can't be helped, I'm afraid. I'm free in two days. It'll be the weekend, how about I make it up to you on Saturday?" Sounds good," I said."Oh, and if you have to, take care of things, I'll understand..." she said. "Of course the thought of you all tense because of little old me, has certainly been very exciting for me!" It has?" I asked."Oh yes. Each night..."she whispered into the phone, "I've been touching myself, thinking about you holding. I felt a bit better in there and I lounged on one of the benches against the wall. My mind was wandering, I suppose, as I had no specific thoughts.Judy got my attention, "Hey, sit a little closer, would you?'I leaned on the table; she was sitting on a chair catty-corner to me. We both had hot chocolates. She put her hand on mine. I imagined an older person - a faculty member or an administrator - looking at us and thinking that we were a cute young couple. They would see Judy and imagine her as.