She took each of my fingers into her mouth in turn, never breaking eye contact with me. It was such a sexy gesture, I couldn't believe it. Of course, ...there was nothing overtly sexual about it; it was affectionate, a little intimate even. Of course, that could be said about just about everything she had said and done up to this point. Was she really flirting with me, or was it just simple affection between father and daughter?"Now it's your turn," she grinned, releasing my hand and bringing hers. She was not to talk or turn around. He did not want her to try to pleasure him. It was about her and her fantasy. She wanted to feel attractive, sexy again. It had been so long since she felt passion and all she really needed was to feel wanted. But her fantasy was more. She wanted to be taken, her body used for a mans pleasure. She had confided to him that she often fantasized about having sex with a stranger and that’s when he put his plan into motion.Now she was there on her kitchen table. It was because of my Mom.And I didn't even "like" females that way.So yes, I was VERY confused.But eager to hear Mom's plan for my better life. Just as soon as Icould start breathing again.Mom allowed me a minimum recuperation period, handed me a wad ofKleenex and began to outline my future."You have the beauty, Andrew. We just need to bring it out. You'realready eager to do a few of the disgusting things men adore - though Isaw no evidence of the really dreadful ones yet. I seriously doubt. Neither of us had ever met someone from online conversations. As she walked towards me my heart stopped, her beauty taking my breath, her body carved by the Gods….a walking Greek statue. I try to calm myself, taking deep breaths as she approaches. As we stand before one another, staring silently, we speak. Yet these are not words heard by any but us, our souls communicating through a shared thread of existence. I reach to touch her face, and upon contact it is as though a million tiny.