Surely if she had not cajoled so, if she were not his daughter, his only joy, if he had not always tried to give her everything she asked for...surely if he had lain with some other woman in the ten years since Lydia was gone...surely then, if the ache in his groin had not come bursting forth, he would not have let her lay him out and undo his trousers and straddle him, slipping around him as smooth and tight as sea anemones!