Chapter 125

His parents often did this. I finally convinced myself and went into my daughter’s room, gently rummaging through her things. Seeing her various kinds of underwear, my nose twitched involuntarily. Luckily, I didn’t have a nosebleed, or I would have been mortified. I put them back where they belonged. Heh, you wouldn’t notice. Finally, I found the book and a diary under the bedside table. Flipping through further, I saw several more books. Taking them all out, I was shocked. They were all erotic novels, mostly incestuous stories, often involving father-daughter relationships. The image of my daughter as a youthful,…