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Carl decides he's going to **** her. This should teach her for perving on his dad! Hypocrisy was one of Carl's best skills having practised it often.

Steffi looked at Carl, and started to speak.

"Listen Carl, what happened today got out of hand and I don't think I feel comfortable with you perving on me all the time..."

"Really.. does Dad know how you feel?" Carl said.

"What...?" Steffi looked confused.

"Well, I'm sure Dad would think it was really funny, you not being comfortable with me perving on you, when you spend most of your day's thinking about him!" Carl laughed. Steffi panicked. Did he know? He couldn't possibly. The only way he could know is...

Steffi looked to where her diary was, and couldn't see it. Subtly she looked for it around the room as Carl watched her. Where was it?

"Looking for your book of secrets?" Carl taunted.

"What have you done with it, that's a private book... with private things in it." Steffi hoped he hadn't read it, but she knew deep down that he had.

"I'm keeping it safe, wouldn't want our inappropriately loved Daddy reading it now would we?" Carl beamed as he spoke. He had her.

"Listen, just give it back and I'll forget the whole thing with the thermometer..." Steffi began.

"Oh I don't think so. I think we'll be seeing a lot more of the thermometer, and the warm up before." Carl winked.