"Put that on. We need to go home."
We drove home in silence. I ignored Sam in the passenger seat, my baggy tee failing to cover her thatch of black pubic hair. I mentally flogged myself and stared ahead. Sam said nothing, aware of how her father forced himself on her.
We each went to our room. I showered again to try and wash the guilt off and put on boxer briefs, sweat pants, and a tee shirt.
I came out and Sam was watching TV in running shorts and a regular tee shirt. I had to notice she had no bra. Will I ever behave?
Dinner in silence. After, I made an excuse and went to my home office.
At eleven, Sam knocked. "Come in."
"I'm going to bed, dad."
Normally that required a hug but not now. "Thank you, Sam. I'll see you in the morning."
She stood there for a few seconds, the look o
