How could I not. She is after all my little sister. So, though my heart is broken, I will endeavor to put all this behind me and go back to school f...or my masters degree in nursing. My dear friend Brendan Brinks is helping me fill out the paperwork for my scholarships. He is so sweet. I know someday the pain of losing Daniel will lessen, though right now I feel as if my heart has been torn out of my chest and sliced into a million pieces. Gabriel slammed the diary closed. His heart raced. The next Friday night Charlotte was out with friends, Pearl took the twins to an Avengers movie so I was alone. I gravitated to my daughter’s room and sat at the desk and her laptop. I opened the computer and booted it. In moments I was looking at ‘password’. Hmm, what might she use? I tried her name, her birthday and a couple of obvious words. It was when I typed in ‘Furball’ that her desktop opened up. Furball is her cat. I snooped in documents and pictures a bit, but found only school. I’m pretty good at getting information out of academic search systems, so I knew that the AI was actually being incredibly responsive; but with a personality interface like it had, I always felt as if it was holding back information. “Keeping what it knew behind its teeth,” as my Granddad would say.“Alfred, one of his concubines is displaying bruising on her face. Tell me how that happened.”I sighed. “Describe the triggering circumstance.”“And so, Alfred, we come to it. What was the sexual act. My erection was already up rock hard in anticipation of a good hard masturbation session. I opened the door and there sitting on my bed, browsing through my magazines was Louise. She was in a long nightdress but sitting with her legs folded up so I could see all of her bare legs up to her bottom. I stopped in my tracks! My magazine was open at a centrefold picture of a mature brunette woman standing just in high heels and stockings with big breasts and a full bush cunt. Louise flicked through.