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I worked late most nights, coming home at about eleven, and sometimes as late as midnight or one. One night in particular, I stopped and grabbed a cup of coffee and a box of doughnuts at a really great little doughnut shop. I had the next day off, and I liked to go home and watch TV, anyway. I found the door locked when I got home, and had to go around to the back. I could see my daughter through the patio's sliding glass door. She was wearing a tiny nightie, a see-through affair that was short - -- way too short.