Alice didn't see it until she had ridden home. The small hand cloth was all wadded up in a ball and stuck in the basket attached to the back wheel sprocket.
"That's funny," she said, picking the towel up. Her hair was wet from her morning swim and was all bundled up turban-like in a bath towel.
Parking her bike beside the house, Alice crept around back to the kitchen entrance. She gently turned the doorknob. The door swung open silently and she tippy-toed across the linoleum floor, through the hallway making sure her feet did not hit the creaking board floors and scurried into her room. Quickly, she pulled her clothes off and unraveled the towel from her head. It was late, she noticed looking at the clock. Very late.
She grabbed the towel and without thinking ran through the hallway and into the bathroom stark naked. The door was shut which should have given her a clue, but Alice was running, afraid of being late and she didn't think, until the door was opened abruptly and she stood inside. Her eyes stared incredulously at the old man sitting on the commode. Father!
His legs were splayed out and his flabby shoulders and hanging stomach seemed to fall forward. His eyes were shut and his head tilted at a strange angle, lolling back and forth while his mouth gaped open, emitting strange, primitive sounds.
Alice thought her father was in the middle of a heart attack. Then her eyes followed his arm down across his chest to his crotch where his balled fist grabbed his hard cock.
"Aaaaahhhhh, baby," he groaned. "Oh, baby, do I ever want to fuck your cunt!"
Alice stood still, unable to move at first. Her feet seemed imbedded in cement and watching her father pounding his cock into submission like a retarded pervert horrified her.
"Oh, baby," continued her father. "In your mouth. I want you to suck my dick."
He was oblivious to his daughter's presence, lost in a secret, erotic fantasy that was nearing culmination. His head rotated like a ball bearing on his neck, and his hips were pumping forward, leaving the toilet seat as his cock readied to shoot.
Incredibly, he had not noticed Alice. And as the shock wore off, she realized she had to get away. And a way in one big hurry. Alice retreated one step at a time until she was back in the hall closing the door. My God, he didn't see me, she thought joyously. It would have been a shattering experience if he had lifted his eyes. As the tension slowly unwound and her heartbeat returned to normal, Alice turned red as a beet. Her father, her very own father was in the bathroom whacking his meat! She started to giggle then slumped down on the bed, her face blushing. God, it was a vile thought! Her old, drunken father getting off on sex. Perhaps, she would even write her sister a letter explaining the incident in minute detail. My wouldn't that be a scream!
She noticed the crumpled face cloth as she rose from the bed to get dressed. Curious where it came from, she picked the cloth up and unfolded it. Inside was a soggy piece of paper. Her cherubic face, bright from her near escape and the wicked knowledge of her father's weakness, turned from a near laugh to a sob as she read the few typewritten words over and over again.
"I love you, Alice," read the note. "I love you every morning you jump in the pool and here is a token of my love." The letter was unsigned, but the soft, sticky goo on the paper could only be one thing.
Token of love, she thought, horrified. It was a man's sperm!
All over her fingers!