Still am." Lot of talk?" How else do you do it? We talked all the time, about everything. Dad told me all the scuttlebutt about computers until I was ...old enough to read the publications. I got hung up on the technology from The Media Laboratory until I figured out that Negroponte was just another Caesar."We talked and I drew, sort of like Will. They told me about sex before I had to learn it in school. They taught me to say words like penis and toilet and vagina without turning blue. I learned. And now, all that had changed the day Alessandra had driven her black Mercedes into town and run his life off the road. Suddenly, a harsh knock at the door interrupted his contemplations and crash landed him back into reality. He rubbed his hand through his hair and walked towards the door only to find that Alessandra was standing on the other side of it. 'I thought i told you to never come back here' Alessandra pushed past him glaring at him with her beautiful brown eyes. 'My sweater. I came. Having checked into our room, we found to our horror that, you guessed it, the sleeping arrangements hadn't been changed from my original solo trip, so we only had the one queen size bed."You take the bed, Stace, I'm right, I'll crash on the couch, or at whatever girl's place I end up at." I laughed."Are you sure?" Stacey replied, with what I could have sworn was a look of disappointment or jealousy in her eyes at the mention of another girl. Stacey and I have always been close, but nothing of. He kissed her tenderly on her forehead. Anne slowly moved her face and placed a soft kiss on her father’s lips. He was a bit drunk and kissed her back. It wasn’t his intention to be in a lip lock with his daughter. Anne seemed to want something from him.“Daddy, I want you to make love to me. You’re the only one on this planet who finds me remotely pretty. I know it’s wrong but, will you make love to me? I love you and need this from you.”Her father was drunk and the idea of having sex with his.