Wally gradually became reclusive and the only other person he spent time with was his daughter. Just one month after his wife's accident he called together his company's engineers and told them that he was prepared to make them all wealthy men. Their mission was to design and supervise the construction of an island retreat/fortress that was totally self-sustaining. Somewhere where he could go and never look back, or be dragged back.

Construction began almost immediately and his new island home was ready to inhabit so quickly that Wally's daughter, Miranda, would celebrate her 4th birthday on the island. Although she was five before the workmen finally left, she had been kept away from them completely and she had no idea that any construction had been taking place. By the time she was 7 she believed that Wally and her had been alone on the island her entire life. When she began to ask questions about who made things, Wally had no one else to give credit to but himself. She began seeing him as more of a god than a father. She would do anything to make him happy. Partially because of his extended isolation from women and partially because his daughter was so eager to please him, Wally began to take sexual pleasure from holding her. His hands began lingering on her developing body. When Miranda hugged him, he ran his hands across her shoulders and over her buttocks as though she was an adult woman. He filled his hands with her incredibly soft ass cheeks and squeezed them, lifting up her entire body until her tip toes barely touched the Earth beneath her. His kisses became less like a father and more like a lover. A shot of fear ran through him. He did not want to frighten her, but sometimes he lost himself in the moment and touched her in places that fathers do not touch. Yet each time when he realized what he was doing his eyes raced to locate her expression so he could measure what harm he may have done in his lapse of self control. Would she be crying or perhaps too frightened to speak? His grip weakened by fear, and his heart skipped a beat as his brain urgently tried to read her girlish thoughts.

How could he explain to her a full grown man's lust? But the only reaction on her face was an impish smile as she innocently surrendered herself to his manipulations. It was moments like this that he wondered whether something might be wrong with her. How could a little girl just stand there smiling while an grown man puts his hand in her pants? In one of Wally's earliest journal entries describing the growing sexual tension between them he writes:

"Miranda's skin has turned a deep golden tan from the island sun. This afternoon we were relaxing on the West cove when I was struck by the contrast between the rich color of her skin and the faded sun-bleached cutoff shorts she was wearing. Maybe because we have been alone now for so long I have began to lose sense of Miranda as my daughter, or even that she is a child. I think I began lifting the cuff of her shorts up so that I could see the color of some untanned skin for a comparison. Only she has been walking around here daytime in a bra and panties long enough that by the time I'd rolled the cuff back enough to expose a pale line (the white crease between her thigh and her body), the fingers of my right hand were resting on her vulva. I traced my thumb back and forth along her slit several times in an instinctive desire to bring her pleasure. Only the childish sound of her voice asking me how I was making that feeling broke the spell and sent me frantically pulling her pant leg back down. To my horror, only now was I considering what my daughter's reaction might be to this intrusion. Fortunately as I looked up at her angelic face she seemed totally unaware of any wrong doing. She seemed to forget all about soon after.

At least that's what I thought at the time. An hour or so later I came upon her sitting on a boulder near our main house. She was leaning back on her left hand and her right hand was resting in her lap.. Her knees were drawn up to her chest and her eyes were closed. A long thread of glistening moisture was hanging down from between her legs over the rocks. It sparkled in the late afternoon sunlight in a way that was almost mystical. As I got a little closer I noticed that she was gently stroking the lips of her sex much the same as I had done for her earlier. Without meaning to, I had showed her that gentle rubbing of her vagina feels nice. How could I tell her that it isn't nice to repeat those sensations on her own?"

Feeling he was invading Miranda's privacy, Wally tried to pretend he didn't notice and headed off in a different direction, but she called out after him. He reluctantly returned and stood before her, looking up at her on the boulder with a view that was usually the domain of gynecologists. Miranda did not know the concept of privacy and Wally did not want to poison her new world with the evil rules of his barbaric old world, so he said nothing about her nudity. He felt like he was looking up at a ten year old girl that had became queen but luckily remained ignorant as to the scope of her powers. As if she could order him to please her in any depraved manner she desired and he would be compelled to obey her every whim.

Although she was completely unaware of his fear of her dominating him, she sensed something was different suddenly. Her right hand never missed a beat as she continued playing with herself and spoke at the same time, "I was doing this for a while earlier and I started to feel kind of sick to my stomach. But now it feels good again. What do you think?" He was the cobra and she was his snake charmer hypnotizing him as her slender fingers danced their forbidden dance. He stared in a trance as she played with herself, causing a fresh bead of her virgin juice to trace a path down the rock and land on the top of his bare foot. Wally decided then and there that he was going to rule here as he had ruled his business empire back home. He would take back the reigns and never let go again.

Wally told her matter-of-factly, "Honey, that's called masturbating. Its something grown up ladies do." He couldn't just leave it at that, and the sight of this little girl sharing a girl's most private moment compelled him to spice up his explanation. He could feel his cock straining in his trunks as he told her, "Grown up ladies usually masturbate when they go to the bathroom. Sometimes two or three will go to the bathroom together. After they urinate they wipe each other's pussies." Wally reasoned that she would probably never meet another actual woman, so it didn't matter what he made up about the customs shared between them.

So began Wally's long and twisted tales of what is "normal". This harmless prank done on a lark was the start of Wally's imaginary world where his every fantasy was blindly followed as being proper conduct. Wally especially liked tieing loose ends together in his fabric of lies. Whenever possible he would explain a word or a phrase partly to help him remember what crazy myths he had invented, and partly because he felt it made his stories more credible. Wally thought for another moment and continued, "Naturally it feels good for a woman to have her girlfriend rub her pussy, but after they wipe each other, they begin to lick each other clean like a cat licks her kittens. That's why it's called a pussy." From that day on every time Miranda went to pee she couldn't help but think what it would be like to have another girl wiping her, let alone licking her.

APPROACHING PUBERTY
Miranda felt her body belonged to Wally because he was her father and knew what was best for her. Any man that could make a world for her to live in was beyond reproach from a child. Not that she was ever physically uncomfortable from his handling her. Most important to her was the obvious delight that she was able to bring him by simple things such as sitting on his lap and wiggling around. At first she would bounce up and down on him, giggling as she felt him become stiff against the back of her upper thighs. She liked to pretend that the lump in his pants was her pet that had somehow became stuck down his pants. She played with the creature through the fabric, making it jump back and forth beneath. Her tiny hand would lovingly stroke his fabric-covered cock as she innocently talked to it. One time she told his cock how she wished he would come out because she wanted to give it a big wet kiss. The next day while she was rubbing she put her face next to his crotch and said, "I think you like it in there because it's warm. It's warm between my legs, too. You should come between my legs sometime!" With that she straddled his lap and pressed her girlish mound against his erection. Wally still felt a little guilty at taking advantage of her innocence but he wasn't thinking about that right now. All he could think about was how incredible it felt to have this sweet young girl masturbating against his dick......(cont)