*It’s not incest if we don’t touch*
That’s the argument my little girl used to convince me to finally give into temptation.
Let me explain real quick.
Molly and I have always been exceptionally close. She was a complete daddy’s girl when she was little and we began to act like best friends as she grew into a young woman. She’s not like your average teenager though. I mean, she never has been exactly like the other kids. Not weird or anything like that, just quite isolated. She struggles to fit in so she spends most of her time by herself, reading, writing and whatnot. It’s crazy though, because she’s completely different when it’s just the two of us around. When it’s her and I and nobody else, she’s full of life. So bubbly, energetic and happy. But if there’s one more soul around – even her mother – she’s the quiet and kind of quirky introvert. Molly says it’s because she feels sort of alone in this world . . . except for when she’s with me. That I seem to understand her in a way no-one else can.