What was she to do?Her father continued to caress her face, his fingers lightly dancing on his daughters soft satiny skin. Enith sat stock still, as r...gid as a store mannequin. He slowly sat on the bed facing his daughter. He began to slowly and lightly run his hands from her face to her neck. Back and forth. Back and forth. Enith's lith legs and toned arms broke out in rash of goose bumps.Enith clenched her hands together into tight fists when she felt her father's rough, callused hands,. She treated him very nicely too, almost like a son even thought she hadn't known him very long. He really should get back he knew. He took another drag of his cigarette and finished his coffee as he stared at the woman down in front of him out on the rocks. But he just couldn't stop looking, he felt kind of ashamed of himself, staring at her. He just hoped she wouldn't turn around and catch him looking but he was so mesmerized by her beauty. It wasn't of this world. Her hair was long and black. "The Prime reached over to pull a couple Kleenex from a box on his desk. He had learned to keep plenty of tissue handy with as many women as there were in the Retreat – thus the two folded paper towels he kept in his back pocket for emergencies. Most of the tears the women shed were tears of happiness, but the tissues were useful no matter the reason for the waterworks.As he dabbed at Hope's wet face with the tissue, he realized that the two of them were alone, all the girls having slipped out. After breakfast I decided that since Cal and I would have been spending the day together anyway, there was no need to change that plan, and walked next door and let myself in through the back door.The kitchen was empty, as were the other two downstairs rooms.I stood at the bottom of the stairs and shouted.“Cal, Aunt Mary, are you in?”“Up here,” I heard Cal’s voice in reply.I climbed the stairs and stopped by Cal’s bedroom door.“Come on in,” I heard her voice.I walked in and stopped dead. Cal.