I went up to her"Hi, didn't see you this morning" Nah" Sophie replied "I've not been in college today. It's my birthday so I've been out celebrating,...hehe" Ah, in that case, happy birthday" I said, leaning in and giving Sophie a peck on the cheek."Thanks" she said, throwing her arms round me and kissing me on the lips.We stood for a few minutes, Sophie holding onto me, me supporting her more than anything. Sophie then looked up at me, leaned in, and kissed me again, more than in a friendly. After a few moments she understands. She is seeing the social engagement she had been forced to attend earlier that day, but from her mother's perspective.The vision wavers and flickers, and ghostly after-images of herself follow it. They break away, each becoming its own entity. All appear as Cassie, but they may have well been strangers.One holds her head high and strolls with an elegance so overly done it crosses into arrogance. Another takes the arm of a well-groomed boy and struts about. After totally exploring her mouth I worked on her eyelids, her neck, the lobes of her ears and into the ear channel itself. I felt I was getting the hang of it.I was on a roll so I turned my gaze to her soft pantalons. The leg holes allowed access without removing them but I was now greedy. I wanted it all. Throwing concern for her fragile health to the wind, I elevated her knees and spread them. God, she was wet and sweet smelling. I knelt at her waist facing her feet and bent over for a. "Lisa, Walter, please hand wash and dry the rest.Dad sat in his chair, reading Dostoyevsky. We clinked china and glass and bumped elbows."Has Father lied to you?" I whispered.She shook her head. I think she might have worried that I was being indiscreet. Whispering in the house was a federal offense.I waited until the soapy water had drained and the faucet sang with clean flow. "Cheated?"Mother handed her drying towel to me and left the room."Mother, you should finish what I asked." Father.