We fell asleep together, our naked bodies melding together almost as one. When the morning sun began to warm my face, I remembered the fun we’d had the night before and I smiled, running my fingers down his bare chest. Then I gasped and shot up, looking at the clock.

“Oh, my God! Dad!” I shrieked, and his head shot up quickly.

“What time did you have to be at work?” “Eight-thirty,” he answered.

“It’s nine fifteen!” I said.

“Oh, shit,” he ...