This goes both ways, Beck.”“I’m tired of being alone and I’m tired of the games I see and I want to be safe and secure and loved.”“We’re...still sharing some brain matter,” he returned, kissing me lightly.“It shouldn’t be wrong, Brad,” I sighed. “We’re not a drag on society. We’re not going to have children together. They should just let us be.”“They will,” he said, “because there’s no way to know. We’re two adults living together, sharing a house, cutting expenses ... Any place we go, we won’t. "Sara, this can't happen again. It was wonderful but it's wrong. We are father and daughter. It's incest, it's wrong! You're mother would have my ass in prison before you could blink!" he pleaded. I sat silent just staring at him. I turned away in a very pouty manner, staring out the window."Fine!" I replied through clenched teeth.The rest of the day was rather long. We did the calling hours and had lunch with some of the family and friends dad knew. At lunch I was feeling a little worked up. Hungry kisses, and then pushed him away.“Get dressed,” she said, her voice pleading. “Come with me. You helped make this happen. You should be there when I tell them.”“Okay,” he said. “Even though I’m worn to a frazzle, and dead tired, I’ll go with you. I’d probably fall asleep on the way home anyway.”“Stay here today,” she urged. “You can fall asleep on me tonight.”Her father was up and in the kitchen, sitting by the kitchen table while Doris, the morning attendant fixed his oatmeal. Amanda. "It's worse than that dad. I want to bet a straight Superfecta of Dust Commander, My Dad George, High Echelon, and Naskra."He looked at me like I was crazy. "Do you realize what the odds are of winning a superfecta? You've got a better chance of getting hit by lightning! No, let me clarify that, A better chance of getting hit by lightning on a clear day-INDOORS!" I asked him to bet everything I had on it. He reluctantly agreed, and walked away muttering to himself.That evening I decided to.