Getting way in over my head; I am in over my head. “What are you doing baby?” “Do you remember when I used to sit on your lap everyday when we w...tched TV? I miss that.” “I miss that too darling, but you are growing up. Don’t you think you are getting a little old for sitting on daddy’s lap?” I see a tear fall and my world shatters. Any time she’s in any pain I melt. That started the day we welcomed her into this world. She’s been wrapped around my finger ever since. She begins to get up “I’m. “And what colour are you, Carew?” asked Helena.“Whatever colour gets those tits in my face, honey…”The whole group giggled.“I really don’t care about colour, there’s too much emphasis on colour these days, causing too much stress and anxiety. There’s also too much emphasis on sexuality and religion. I mean, if no one bothered about all those things and just fucked then who would be left to care what colour of the rainbow or what colour of skin anyone had or whether I belong to #MePlease,” Carew. Not many are virgins at my age. So I ask out of curiosity the dreaded body count question. I should not have done that. (Now, as the famous J. Cole said "You know you have to multiply that by three.” But I didn’t think of that.) So…The next day was a Saturday morning. I asked her more questions. This time, it was in a form of a introductory paragraph in English class. That freaking long. I’m sorry, I needed to know. So, I disguised the question with my own ingenuity and she answered it. She. Over dinner, I tried to reason with her and my wife. "But, honey, wouldn't you rather be with girls your own age instead of a bunch of flabby old men who probably drink too much?"My wife was no help. "This might be a good opportunity for just the two of you to get away and talk before she goes off to college. Think of it as make-up time for all your business trip."Lindsey smiled approvingly. I squirmed in my seat. I couldn't very well tell them why I had written "Beaver Hunt", that my buds and.