The young ladies - Ashlee’s college roommates - splayed out on the floor of our den, covered their eyes and laughed nervously as the killer on the television screen hid himself in the closet of the heroine. I glanced over to see my wife was just as absorbed in the movie. Sensing a chance for fun, I pulled my daughter closer. Ashlee lay her head on my shoulder, and I slid my hand over her thin pajama top to fondle her firm...