I paced around downstairs, uncertain about what to do next. I couldn't watch that damn clip while Lucy was under my roof, while she was walking around upstairs, probably wearing little more than a towel...or perhaps just a small pair of panties and a tight little t-shirt. That would be so wrong, so sleazy, so unacceptable. Yet, all the time, it felt like my laptop was calling out to me, screaming, wailing, howling out like a blaring siren.
For a while we were alone in the house, my daughter and I. Just the two of us. If that were the case right now, right at this moment in time, it would be a golden opportunity to fool around. A couple of hours without anyone else to bother us. Or catch us. We'd be f*****g like newlyweds. I'd have been in her room already, with Lucy bent double on her bed
