I'll support any your decisionyou'd made."This father's phrase was the longest one for the last years ever.Disregard? Maybe. I wasn't sure. Could it b... an ambush? Why not. Could hiswords be sincere? I would like to believe.Maybe it's the relevant moment to tell more about my father. He was justanother person in my preschool years. We were playing together, he wastelling me various stories, he was reading me stories for goodnight and wewere happy. Then was an abrupt change of everything between. Girls came quite easy to Frank and it made me jealous quite often. We had a few threesomes with other women in the past but my jealousy had prevented us from having another one. So on one of the nights we had one of our party's, everyone had gone home except Drew and us three were quite tipsy. I decided I was going to finally take Drew's virginity. So I had Frank go to the bathroom with me and I told him that if I could have Drew tonight then we could have another threesome with a girl. At. He ran his hand across the sheets and touched areas of perspiration. The sheets were stained with blood. He tried frantically to piece together last night’s events.“Was it all a dream?” he heard himself asking.In an attempt to recover, he lifted his head from the pillow, but the aching and pounding defeated the simple act. He lay his head down just as quickly. The night went by like a taxi cab speeding down Second Avenue. He slept for a few hours more.He knew nothing of the hour. He awoke later. "Oh, really?" he asked in a hollow voice."Yeah, really," Jason said in annoyance. "I might not be able to get out the house for a little bit, since my Dad has chores around here that need to be done. You're just down the block from Heather, can't you just check to see she's okay, and that she hasn't done anything to Melinda?" Huh? Melinda? Why do you think... oh, wait, you mean Heather's going after... wow, fucking kinky, dude!" There's nothing amusing about this, dammit!" Okay, okay, Jesus..