A craving that you had begun to yearn once more. With those thoughts came torment, for you loved Clint with all your heart. You had continued to carr... on with life, yet with every passing encounter it was as though you could feel a growing intensity between you and Jake. An innocent tender touch of your arm, or stolen glance across the table lasting that moment too long before you had to look away. The ease you felt as you stood and did the dishes, fits of laughter and smiles. All fuelling. I knew right from wrong, and I knew this was wrong. But it happened just the same.When I next looked up, I found myself looking directly into my daughter's face. I can't imagine what would go through the mind of any 14-year-old girl who walked in on her father as he was jerking off.She murmured, "I-I'm s-sorry, Dad; I should've kn-knocked."Maria was actually apologizing to me!I managed to speak, saying, "Sweetie, don't you apologize. I'm the one who should be sorry."Then to my complete. When I got there, Joyce wasn't in the kitchen and as I turned up the hall, she came out of the back bedroom, still wearing her sneakers. She never wore sneakers in the house."Hi. How was the retreat?" I asked walking toward her to embrace her. Unexpectedly, she held out her hands to ward me off and I noticed she was as white as a sheet."Joyce... what's wrong. You look terrible." I said with a knot in my stomach."Geoff... we have to talk. Let's go into the kitchen. I need a glass of water." she. “Come on,” I said, “The room is all ours.” Priya stopped and turned red and covered her face. She was unsure about this, so I decided to take it slow. I stroked her hair as I slowly looked deeply into her eyes and reassured her that she was safe. I nudged her to join me inside and she came willingly this time. I closed the door, and I locked it to prevent anyone walking in, but I reassured her that I won’t cross any lines.Priya was nervous, but I walked closer to her and placed my thumb lightly.