I couldn't believe she was doing it, to be honest as my mum lives in a built-up area, it was broad daylight and there were lots of prying eyes. I walk...d behind her, struggling to keep up because my hardon was popping up out of my shorts.We left the road and dropped down a snicket, before clambering over a wall on to the rough track that leads down to the allotments. I slid my hand up between her legs, groping her mound from front to back, then I put my hands on her arse pretending to help her. Fromthere she made me what I am today." With that last sentence he finishedme food and set it down in front of me, I was in awe of what I justheard and just sat there.After a moment I said, "So you were blackmailed?" I suppose that would be a term for it, yes," my father said after apause, obviously conflicted about what to say.I picked up my fork and started eating, after a few bites I looked himin the eyes and said, "Are you happy like this?"A long pause ensued, I could tell from his face he. I didn’t close my eyes, nor flinch as I looked into his hate-filled eyes.There was a tremendous boom! It took my brain a second to register that I was still alive. No fire leapt from the end of his gun, no bullet exploded from its shadowy depths. For a moment, I was confused. I’d accepted what was about to happen, visualized my last moment. The mental whiplash slowed me down, until I saw his expression. It’d changed from one of hateful victory to utter surprise, his mouth opening slightly.I. Lynhad often told him he had deep and soulful eyes, and he kind of likedher description of them. He was attired for a day of mountain climbing,old jeans, old blue shirt, leather gloves, and hiking boots"Jack!" Cried Lyn"What?" Jack replied"Wait up; I am not as fast at climbing rocks as you are."Jack waited for Lyn to catch up. He was eager to head up a rock facewhen the rock he was standing on broke and he slid down the slopehitting every rock on the way down."Ow ow ow..." Jack said, while.