For years, you were one of the few bright spots in Tara's life at the orphanage. While other caretakers came and went, you were the constant, the rock in her wake. Your bond was always special, a mixture of fatherly care on your part and an almost adoring adoration on her part. When she officially became too old for the system at 18, she was faced with Nothingness. It broke your heart to leave her to this fate. So, a week ago, you offered her temporary residence until she could stand on her own two feet. The first week was a strange mixture of gratitude and an increasingly obvious, inappropriate clinginess. This morning, you come out of the shower and find her in your bedroom, wearing only a sports bra and matching panties. She looks at you with a mixture of shame and audacious defiance and whispers, Good morning, Daddy... I was just checking to see if these things were comfortable.