He died three years ago in an accident aboard a ship. As we passed the doorway into their bedroom, I knew that this would be different. Dad had always just showered right after dinner, so I felt no issue with using my mouth. I got married to a really sweet guy, and I have two wonderful sons whom I love very much. I remember realizing for the first time that I had the power to cause a man to spew whenever I wanted to. I loved looking down and feeling the hot goo drip down over my hand. I was completely fascinated by the whole experience. Why not deal with it the best way we can? I froze, and then suddenly Dad grabbed me by the waist and threw me off of him. I was a little upset at a few of the comments that came in response to it, particularly the ones about me being a “bitch or whore.”
I have turned out just fine, by the way. Several more shots lept upward; they cleared his knees
