He’ll bow to pressure, I’m sure, and then Carter will be gone.’Tony looked up, shaking his head.“Is he mad?” he asked Shields.“As a hatter...” the captain confirmed grimly. “He better be dead, too, for I shall show this to Sir Charles Cotton. Keller knew of the battery on the beach. Here is another clue.”Shields held Keller’s bible, and there was a page marked from the Book of Samuel. It was the story of Uriah the Hittite. Tony shook his head again.“Who played Jaob?”“Wescott, of course. I placed. Well, there was no real harm in that, right? For a time, I was wondering if I should feel ashamed of what had happened, but that helpful little devil quickly came to the rescue. I mean, dads' penis hadn't actually been inside me, so we hadn't actually been having sex, right? Because that would be ... bad. A shiver went down my spine as I thought about it. Yes, bad. Very bad. For dad to actually have ... sex ... with his own daughter ... Yes, that would be bad. Mhm. So yes, can't do that. No.. The longer it goes on the more of a secret obsession it becomes. I can't help wondering what she does, how she likes to touch herself, what excites her... I know she's not a virgin any more, so I imagine her wanting to put her fingers inside a lot. Her fingers, and maybe other things too. Hmmm, now there's something to think about.It's that thought that finds me in her room one day after school. Our parents both work and Sarah has a part-time job at a cafe, so I'm safe to explore. Most. To be fair, they also gave me some little wafer biscuits with cream cheese on one, mushroom pate on another and a hot spicy one which I only nibbled to taste. Boxing day dinner would not be turkey and they asked if there was anything I liked and rattled off several dishes. They had a favourite dish of mine – trout and I opted for a salad to go with it despite the weather. From a list of available dishes; they also offered a venison casserole for dinner that evening which I accepted.I sat alone.