Another day they did this story. She was his daughter's friend. He and she had fallen into a pattern in which he would take sexual liberties with her and she would ignore it. This started one day when she was visiting his daughter and as he passed her in the hall his arm brushed her breast. She continued walking as if nothing had happened. Later that day he met her again in the hallway, this time reached out and fondled her breast as they passed. She said nothing and kept walking toward his daughter's room.
She realized that he was obsessed with her body, and enjoyed the feeling of power this gave her.
She sat on is left when they went out to eat in a restaurant, with his daughter on his other side. He placed his left hand on her leg above her knee. She continued chatting with his daughter about their shopping trip, and did not change the position of her leg. As the meal progressed he moved his hand higher and higher on her thigh, until his little finger was pressing against her pubic hair through her jeans.
Things went along in this way. On some afternoons when his daughter was out, she would come to his house and find him in his study. He said "Carol's not here."
She said "I'm sleepy, do you mind if I take a nap?" and lay down on the leather couch in the study and pretended to sleep. She wore a buttoned blouse and short kilt skirt fastened with a large safety pin.