Then I said bye to her went to my house.This confirmed that she didn’t see me.The next day I went to see the scene at the same time.But this time I ...as caught by her.First she shouted who is that).Then I begin to run from there,but I heard that she was shouting .After that incident I was not sure that she know it was me.but I realized she know it because she ignored me a lot.she maintained the same relation between my mom but she didn’t consider me at all.but I was happy that she didn’t tell to. Everyone was in good spirits and I was willing to be hopeful that we’d turned the corner.That night, the girls and I were a little more playful, but still not ready to resume the sexual portion of our relationship just yet. The intruder last night had them both a little spooked and I understood. We slept holding each other close as we normally did.The next day was as normal and uneventful as I could have hoped for. Late in the morning, I got the text I’d been hoping for all week. ‘Talked to. Surely he knows I am a woman, I panicked slightly as if caught with my hands in the cookie jar, but this was more serious, I was a lone female in a cinema without usherettes, in a room with men all doing their sex thing, a lone female ripe for plucking and without excuses and at fault for putting herself there.I held my breath even though my heart was about to burst out of my rib cage. The excitement I was feeling was the culmination of an exercise I had experienced once before as a young teen. They’ll be hearing her screeching in Australia.”She laughed before leaning over and kissing my cheek. “That’s what I like about you dad, you’re not judgmental at all.”“No point is there? People are what they are,” I responded, my mind fixated on her mound.“You can touch me if you want to, dad.”I shook my head in sheer panic but she reached down, took hold of my hand and pressed it against her. “Go on, dad, have a feel. I don’t mind you touching me.”I should have pulled away. I should have fled.