I think you should just stay home and let the rest of us take turns till we all get raped!"Hill's body flattened against the wall of the boathouse. Hi... own daughter! And she wanted to be raped!He couldn't understand it."Oh, he was so wonderful!" Molly crooned. "Better than I ever hoped it would be!" I wish I could get raped. I think grown men are better than boys anyway," Sarah said mournfully. "All they do is pinch, and pant, and they never seem to get anywhere."The girls all giggled.Hill was. After my fifth month, and a spectacular performance during a Capture-the-Flag mission, I heard Mark, the squad leader, polling the group if they believed I was ready for the initiation. They voted unanimously, one even suggesting that I become team leader upon my success. I don’t quite know well that flew with the team, I mean, I was the most skilled man on the team, and also the fastest, most agile, which some might find surprising for a man who stands 6’5′ and weighs 217 pounds. My leadership. My son would usually sleep until four in the afternoon, so I had the privacy to do as far as what to wear.I would usually come home, strip down to a thong, pick up my sun oil and dark sunglasses, and be on the deck by one o'clock. Sometimes iced tea or a wine cooler would be my refreshment for the day.I knew some of my son's friends would often come by to go out to the local Hooter's before he went to work, but that was never before late afternoon.I guess I was napping, lying on my back, and. I think it's some weird type of second sibling role reversal of the need to compete for my parents’ affection on his part. It's not that he's actually big into sports, it's just that little Chris and I are more thinkers and he wasn't so gifted with those talents. "Awesome Dude." he grumbled, rolling over in my bed and facing the wall. "Better fucking be worth it." I spent the next 10 minutes throwing peanuts at him while he refused to talk to me.Soon the familiar sounds of the front door.