Part 4.
Last night, Alan and Wanda shared a coffee after work. Neither had young children to go home to, Wanda’s son was in college, Allan’s daughters were living their own lives. Wanda’s former husband was gone, Alan had no idea where, they were both were living alone. For Alan, it was a pleasant hour and a half, far longer than he would normally spend in a coffee lounge, having a light meal with a colleague. Ostensibly, they were working, going over their latest project and its presentation next week, but Alan found himself liking Wanda’s company. This all passed through his mind as he waited for the lift to go up to the forth floor apartment of his younger daughter, Andrea, and her lover, Mel, who were planning to be married soon.
He thought again about what had happened the last time he was here. His own daughter had watched his fucking of her girlfriend. She had then joined in, telling him of her suppressed desires. Andrea told him about her jealousy, both of her mother and her lover, for doing something she could not. He stood as the doors to the lift opened looking into the empty space. For the first time, he lost certainty. He knew what was going to happen if he was to get into the lift and go up to the forth floor. He was going to fuck his daughter.