TBaby/Jason/Veronica/Friday/Ronnie and Emily

In the lift on your way up, you think about what want to do with three-year-old Ronnie and you have to adjust your swelling cock so that it doesn't poke out of the leg of your shorts.

Emily opens the door to let you in, but she's not dressed to go out, instead, she's wearing some kind of robe. It's not like the thick towelling ones your mum ways when she gets out of the bath, it's quite flimsy and diaphanous and you get the impression that she's not wearing anything underneath it.

As soon as you get in the sitting room, Ronnie runs over and leaps up, wanting to be hugged. "Unka Jason!" She shouts.

"Hello Princess," you say and your hands automatically go under her bottom as she wraps her arms and legs around you. Then it registers that she's not wearing anything under her nightie and your hands cupped under the bare cheeks of her bum, right in front of her mother. You carry the toddler over and sit down on the couch with her on your lap, hoping that Emily hasn't noticed.

• She shows you the recording

• She tells you that she knows what you've been doing with her daughter