"Oh, baby," he said to Amy, grabbing her in his arms almost like they were long-lost lovers instead of father and daughter. He kissed her, on the mout...h, hard. And, in his embrace, Amy suddenly felt something for him that she never had before. She couldn't help it, the kind of feeling that went straight to her excitable, young pussy. "Daddy is this really you?" she gasped when the lingering kiss was finally broken. "You sure seem like you've been doing all right. Like your old self--only even. I got resounding silence. Great, I thought. I should put in a complaint about this. Lack of service, dereliction of duty? I would have to write to my MP about it...Before I could lapse into total hysteria, though, I heard a new sound - the first I'd heard since I'd arrived, aside from the tinkling of those bloody fountains. And this was not architectural - it was a definite scrabbling noise, a grunt such as could only have been made by an animal. I set off at a run.And, to my vast surprise,. He thought maybe he was going crazy. The ocean made him think of a length of silk he had once purchased as a gift for his wife. The rumpled waves were the same green-blue. He remembered the look on her face when she opened the package — her excited delight had been his reward. He indicated the crinkled texture. ‘How will you cut into it? I mean, how can you sew a straight seam with it all wrinkled like that?’ ‘Don’t worry. I know what to do.’ Her beaming grin was full of confidence. The fabric. Sheila was spending more evenings with her friends and was treating me in a very strange way. Don't ask; I can't explain it really.But she showed a keen interest in exactly whom I was drinking with when I was out with the boys and where we went. A couple of times she would show up at the pub with one of her mates. With hindsight I should have suspected something but as her friend Amy, whom she normally brought along, was sweet on one of my pals, I took no notice. I just assumed it was the old.