Needles stabbed into my brain. Darkness fuzzed across my vision. I blinked, slamming my daughter down my cock. “Legal for any father to fuck his dau...ghter,” I added, voice strained. “Right?”“Of course, Mr. Horne,” the cop said, his voice sounding dazed. “But you're in public.”“That's legal, too,” I groaned. The prickling returned, but not as bad as the first one. After making him believe incest was okay, public sex wasn't nearly as hard to convince him of. “And I believe you pulled us over for. They drank orange juice and ate cereal, sipped acrid coffee. "I guess we should make some decisions," he said as she poured them more coffee. It was strange, his mind was clear, his ever-present regrets had evaporated. No ghosts at all this morning. Very odd."You still subscribe to the Post? Pretty expensive when you could get it at school, I mean the library gets two copies I think." She put sugar in her coffee. "What is it, half a buck a day?" Something like that I suppose. Take it as a. "Why don't you go have a shower to see if that helps?" you suggest as you open the boot of your car. I reach in and grab my bag."Maybe I should," I respond while retrieving my bag and placing it on the driveway. I pull the handle up and follow you inside, holding your hand as we walk, feeling the electricity running through me. I look over at you the look on your face tells me that you feel the same.You show me to my room. And I place my bag on the bed. I turn to you and plant a kiss on your. I’m angry with myself, but I hide it well by being angry with you. The film is finished and already the mood is changing to one that makes me look at my coat, you notice and it makes you angry with me, you know me too well and you think I’ve created an argument so that I can storm out and be away from you, maybe I did but it wasn’t a deliberate act. You’re shouting at me now and I never have been very good at taking it well. It scares me and the fear makes me shout back through real tears. I.