Last night I fucked my 16 year old daughter and I couldn't deny that it was the greatest experience of my life. I wanted to blame the alcohol but I di...n't even have the suspicion of a hangover.How would I face my angel this morning? I knew I hurt her deeply. Last night I heard her crying in her room for hours but I couldn't find the courage to be a father and comfort her. It wasn't her fault... I failed her. Why would I let her drink? Why didn't I take control of the situation?I somehow managed. She definitely did not like the flash cameras. They heightened her fear factor and made her want to drop to the floor sometimes when they popped off unexpectedly. It was like the flare guns at night or the drone bombs that came without warning.She was greeted by the Governor and his pretty young wife at least 30 years younger than he and with an air of "I would rather be somewhere else" that could not be disguised. Still, the Governor was extremely gracious and the ceremony got started right. We arrived at the hotel at about six in the evening and headed to the bar to settle our nerves. As I looked around, there were several single guys sitting alone. Two were coloured gentlemen and both were very well dressed.Jaq got up and announced that she was off to the room and I could follow in an hour. She looked amazing as she walked from the bar to the lift in her high heels and short skirt. I counted eight guys left in the bar now. I knew only four were invited to join us in our. ’ I spin around and thread my way through the buzzing mass. No matter how hard I try, I am finding it impossible to ignore everything that has just happened. Had not Chris intervened, I don’t know how I would have pulled through that living nightmare on my own. Being a very frail and emotional person, I sob there and then. I can’t let people see me like this. No matter how difficult it sounds: I must fortify myself and renounce my tears. My fingers gently flick my cheeks, expunging every little.