He must have labored for hours on her image, using his "PC Paint Store" graphics editing software. Had he done enough to make her unrecognizable? He started with an original photo of her body, digitally stripped off her clothing until she was naked, digitally painted bare breasts and luscious nipples where once there was a blouse, then experimented over and over with various shades and hues. The end result was a digital "oil painting" of an erotically beautiful young woman in a midnight garden. She had dark hair, and her youthful curves glowed in sensuality, as in a painting by an Old Master artist. She appeared to be teasing her panties away from her beautiful crotch. Her name was Francesca.

How had he ever sunk to this? It started when he looked at a photo of her, taken a few years ago. He found himself fantasizing about her in the nude. He scanned the photo into his computer, then meticulously used the graphics editor to undress her and embellish her nudity. He and Francesca hardly knew each other. She was a mother of a young child, and had to make do with a part-time job, and what little help she got from a ne'er-do-well abusive husband. He had been in and out of the state for years, and hadn't made much contact with her. But then, after going through his collection of photos, he found himself becoming aroused by her photo.

He found other pictures of her, and became obsessed with her beauty, innocence, and vulnerability. He manipulated any photos of her that he could find, fashioning them into pornographic fantasies involving incest, bondage, and rape. She became his beautiful, sensuous, "damsel in distress." And as a catholic, thoughts about her were the most evil of sins. The devil within him had selected the most tempting bait in the world with which to catch his soul. No, Francesca wasn't an underage teenager... no, she wasn't jailbait. She was hellbait... his own daughter!

He started seeing her more often. One day, he decided to seek the pinnacle of thrills: he would show Francesca his images! They were well doctored, so of course she wouldn't see herself in them, and would probably even chastise him a bit for his naughtiness! But what a high it would be! Then maybe, just maybe, he could get her to pose! Francesca came by to check on his new mystery hobby. He stared at her long, slender tanned legs, the inviting crotch and buttocks crammed into shredded-jean short-shorts. As usual, in the summer, she wore no bra under her tank top. Her breasts were small, but her elongated nipples pushed against the fabric of her flimsy tank top. He was becoming more aroused than he wanted to. Almost uncontrollably aroused. "On the computer," he said excitedly, "I'm doing nudes!" "Dad!" she exclaimed with some irritation. "Why would I want to see nudes? Have you talked to a priest lately?" But he never went to confession anymore. Priests could no longer help him. Besides, they could barely help themselves! "Francesca!" he laughed nervously. "Are you going to be a prude all your life? It's the twenty-first century!"