" His voicetrailed off."If what, dad?" I asked.He looked at me, a deep sadness in his eyes. "I think it would be best ifyou didn't visit me anymore. I...don't want you seeing me like this. Infact, I'd like you to go now, please."This really took me by surprise. "All right, dad," I said, standing up."if that's what you want, I'll go. But I will come and see you again. I'myour son, and I love you. There's no need for you to feel ashamed aboutthis. Not with me."I let myself out. I had no idea why. “Yeah,” he says finally, no more than a whisper, “I’m afraid.”His honesty unmans me, clenches my guts and leaves me breathless. I want him. I tear my eyes from his, downward, to his mouth. He swallows hard. I want him so much. I see his lips part, his perfect white teeth, a hint of his tongue. My heart pounds as he leans in. I want this. Our lips melt together, hungry tongues find each other and dance together, rhythmic, tribal.Two serpents coiling together.We groan into each other’s mouths as. ”“Yes sir, I’ll talk to her.”“Good Girl. Hope you have a great day, Eve.”“Thank you, Sir. I’ll talk to Mindy.”That was an interesting way to start the day. Those thoughts were soon replaced by my morning workout and that was grueling. Then it was into the office where we made plans to invade this new fad they called snowboarding. It was starting to take off and some of the major ski slopes were starting to allow snowboards on their runs.The next morning, I had a fun call with Patty but was. " I see," she said with a thoughtful look on her face."Look, things have gotten very complicated over the last few days. I'd hoped to quietly date John for a while and let things work themselves out." I walked over to her and took her hands. "Please stop making me choose between you two. Let me have him, but be my friend!"She shook her head. "No, you don't understand. It would kill me." What if you met him? What if you got to know him? What if I'm right?" I was desperate, but when she kept.