Although her Daddy was forty-four now, he was remarkably firm and looked much younger. His black hair had grayed only slightly at the temples and this gave him a distinguished look. He played tennis fairly regularly, often with her, and his shoulders were broad and fine. Even his pectoral muscles were firm and there was not hint of a paunch above his prick. He usually won games on the tennis court and she was always proud at his agility and good-sportsmanship and of the way he slyly disguised the real nature of their relationship.

To the outside world Victor Redgrave posed as the ideal, conventional father. In fact, many people had commented that they conducted themselves as brother and sister.

They stood in the tub now, carefully dried each other with the thick turkish towels, and then went to the bed and lay side by side. Victor read the newspaper for a while before tossing it to the floor. Then be turned to his side and palmed his daughter's cheek. He brushed her slightly damp hair from her forehead gently and gave her a fatherly kiss on her lips. "I love you, darling," he said.

"I love you too, Daddy," she said, the mushy feeling coming on strong now.

"Would you like the vibrator tonight?" he asked.

"Ummm," she said. "That would be nice."

"Both of them?"

"Yes, Daddy," she cooed. "I think I'd like both of them tonight."

Her father kept two vibrators; one a conventional type that strapped about the hand and the other a cylindrical one that was shaped like a penis and, could be inserted either in her rectum or her vagina. Each morning he removed them from the nightstand and placed them carefully in a suitcase in the closet and each night he put them beside the bed in case she wished to incorporate them into their lovemaking. Sometimes she didn't want them, but tonight she did. Moving them back and forth from suitcase to nightstand kept strangers and the clean-up maids from seeing them. Her father was very efficient in matters like that.