I remember the first time he mesmerized me. I was so young and pliable, so willing and trusting, a strange energy coming over me. He was after all, my daddy, well, my stepdaddy, but I never included the "step" when I referred to him. I've known him since he married my mom when I was five years old, with that strange sparkle in his eye I only noticed he gave me....It's early morning on a beautiful Saturday. I'm at my paren...