When my daughter was in middle school, I lost my wife. Since then, I've raised her with all the love a single father could give, plus what her mother would have given. That daughter is now an adult and has grown up. But she's got a bad drinking habit and often comes home drunk. Every time I took care of her, seeing her fall asleep without a care, stripping off her clothes—her face overlapping with that of my late wife, unable to resist her feminine allure, I finally crossed the line.
