Worst of all, I realized I had been unconsciously pressing one hand between my legs in time with his thrusts. He began to groan. Momma was furious and called the store manager about keeping a young girl out past dark. I missed my old high school friends. I tried to ease his embarrassment by shifting the subject to be about Momma. The curtains were old kitchen ones my mom had changed out. It had been there next to his chair the whole time. I flipped through the first few pages. The bulge in his crotch was still noticeable too. He could no longer look at me. Again, I put it back, firmly this time. A couple of strong spurts hit the back of my mouth. I stood there looking at Papa. Momma had never discussed sex with me. I started to read the text of a story about one girl and her affair with her father.
