Then Dad tried again.“I don’t know how to...”He stopped again. I kept looking down into my lap. We were still at the intersection – stationary... The car being still was like a metaphor for my brain. While we’d been moving, I’d been able to think. Now we were stopped, my brain was stopped too. And Dad’s sentences couldn’t get started either. Maybe he was having the same trouble with his brain. I don’t know if metaphor is the right word but there was clearly some connection.The solution was. See, I'm a member of a secret little sex club. There are about 20 of us. I think you've already met one of the other members-- Phil, down at the front desk."Anyway, we get into all kinds of weird group sex. And when I put the word out that I could blackmail you into being our bitch, I got a very enthusiastic response." This is too fucked up to even think about." Maybe you can think about this--what would your father do if he knew you liked to dress up in girl's underwear? Think he might kick. More

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