It was his remark never would have guessed that had provided the clue to Gil Turner's insight. Naturally, her father would have raised hell if he had guessed that Gil had fucked Sherry, but it was the fact that Victor Redgrave had been fucking his own daughter that was the real revelation. If Victor knew that Sherry's agent had screwed his daughter, naturally Gil would be out of the scene. Sherry sensed his fear as she had left his room that night and so she had taken care to establish two important points. First, they would never fuck again. Second, just in case Gil ever decided to use his new-found information as a form of blackmail (to increase his ten percent agent's fee, for example) she would swear that he had raped her. Gil had departed swearing never to utter a word to anybody about anything, fear and shock written all over his plump but handsome features. After that, whenever he was in Sherry's presence, he seemed to stammer a bit, as though he were doing an imitation of Hugh Herbert.

Her departing words to Gil that night had been right to the point and insured his secrecy. She had not co-habited with her shrewd and opportunistic father for all these years for nothing. A few of her father's tactics had rubbed off on her.

But most important, she had learned some thing of extreme importance that night. She had learned that she preferred sex with Daddy to any other male. True, at times she still felt fleeting sexual fantasies regarding other men, but she felt certain that no one but Daddy could totally satisfy her. Nobody but Daddy knew just what she liked in bed and just how she liked it.