He moved her in and tried to run his small machine shop as he worked an eight-hour day.For the next two years his wife was in and out of psych wards i...n a continual cycle. She would come home, wash her antidepressants down with beer and go on a sexual rampage. Then she would come down, repent, and finally go through the same cycle of psych ward, home, beer and pills, go out or bring men home for an afternoon of sex, and repent once more after she sobered up.Dorothea stayed with them through all. I could tellthat he wasn't all that sure about what I was doing. I laughed tomyself when, as he started to say something, all of a sudden heflinched like Dianna might have kicked him.Dinner went well. Amy had lots of questions for me. She figured outright away how I was feeling. She asked me if she could use me as acase study for her senior project. She said that she could keep meanonymous if I wanted. I said yes.James actually started to open up. After having two daughters, heused to love it. For no apparent reason I walked into mysister Sharon's room and looked around. Sharon was 18, just a couple ofyears older than I am. Her room exuded femininity with pink and whitepaint, lots of dolls from her childhood, posters of all kinds, and thesmell of her perfume. I had always liked the perfumes she chose becausethey smelled so...feminine. All at once I was overcome with the desire todress in her clothes, a feeling I had felt before, but had never acted on.I walked over to the closet and. When she came near bed the milky moonlight from the windows was soaking her. She looked like a sex goddess to me. She climbed on bed and slept besides me. At that moment, she appeared more like a sex partner to me than like a sweet little daughter. She threw her arms around me and rested her head on my chest. Now, she looked so innocent. It made me think am I doing right? “But hell, I don’t care a damn!” I thought, “I desperately want her”.I gently hugged and was thinking how to proceed. One.