Aspen's young, lithe body writhes in the bathtub, her mind filled with thoughts she shouldn't have. Scotty, her father's friend, stands at the door, his gaze hungry, his intentions clear. He's a pervert, a man who craves the taboo, and Aspen, at 18, is the epitome of his desires. She's petite, her body still developing, but her eyes hold a spark, a curiosity that Scotty can't ignore. He steps closer, his voice a low growl, "Don't say you love me, Aspen. Just let me have this."