Yes

"No one will ever know," she said, slumping against the doorframe. "And...I need it. God, Andrew. I need it."

"Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait...Mary. Sweetie. We never talked about..."

"I know we never talked about," Mary said, a **** look in my daughter's eyes. "But I can't stop thinking about it."

"We can never do that."

"Why not?"

"I can't do that to Rose. I can't...Jesus! Mary, You can't be serious."

"I wish I wasn't," my wife said. Rose's eyes were staring intently into mine. "I really, really wish I wasn't."

I stepped back into the cabin and sat down at my desk. My stomach was churning in a combination of hunger and horror.

"Mary, think about what you're saying. You're having trouble with our daughter's hormones..."

"Understatement," Mary muttered.

"...and so you want me to take her virginity?"

"No!"

"Then..."

My eyes widened.

"Wait. Mary. Is..."

"No no no." My wife used our daughter's hand to wave my concerns away. "No, Rose is a virgin. If she wasn't, I'd know about it."

"How?"

"Her diary, for one."

I quickly decided that I didn't want to hear what other methods my wife had.

"Then what do you mean?"

Rose's eyes darted around the room, avoiding mine.

"Mary?"

"What do you know about...hymens."

I closed my eyes.

"I don't think I want to know."

"Andrew, I was...exploring."

"Okay."

"Down there."

"Okay. Okay."

I tried very hard to think about anything else in the known universe.

"I couldn't find Rose's...hymen."

"Right. Okay. Okay. Cool. Good."

"I'm just saying!"

I opened my eyes. Mary was wringing Rose's hands. My daughter's eyes were still avoiding mine.

"She's never had sex, but physically..."

I took a deep breath.

"When we switch back," Mary continued, "she won't remember a thing. She'll have no idea what I did in her body. She doesn't even know it's me, remember?"

"Okay."

"If we were to...I'm just saying."

"Okay. Okay."

"She'd have no memory of it."

"Mary..."

"Think about it, Andrew. If we were to have sex, she wouldn't know. As far as she was concerned, she'd still be a virgin."

"Mary...Jesus..."

"She'd have no memory of having sex, and she'd have no physical evidence. She wouldn't know."

"I'd know," I hissed.

"I know! Andrew. I know. I realize how hard this is for you. But..."

I reopened my eyes. My daughter's body was standing in front of me.

"Once a day. You promised me."

"I never promised that I would fuck our daughter."

Mary looked up at me. The grin was back.

"You don't get points for not fucking a high-schooler," she said softly.

"Mary..."

"You're not," Mary said simply. She sat on my lap and put our daughter's arms around me. "Honey, you're not. You're not fucking a teenager, our daughter. It's still me. You'd be fucking me."

I sighed.

"You'd be fucking me," my wife said again. "That's all I want. Please. I just want to make love with my husband. Just once. I need it."

She looked me in the eyes.