Daddy Doesn’t Call It Incest

An excerpt from Daddy Doesn't Call It Incest

"When did the incest start?"

Paula didn't turn around. "Daddy doesn't call it 'incest,'" she said matter-of-factly. "He calls it 'family love.'"

"When did the 'family love' start?" Doctor Fraser asked.

The teenager turned to answer, but saw, thru the small window, an older man, in his early forties, mustache and glasses—very attractive. "I don't know," she said.

"As long as you can remember?" asked the psychiatrist.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Paula lied. Out in the hall, she approached the older man. "You look familiar," she said. "Do you have a daughter my age, about seventeen?" she asked.

The man laughed. "No, no. I'm afraid not."

"Maybe I've just seen you here before," she said. "Do you work here?" She flashed a smile again, pretty as could be, and so very innocent.

"Well, yes," he said, "just down the hall. Pritchard—Michael Pritchard."

"Oh," Paula said demurely. "Nice to know. I'm Paula."

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