I know mom, dad. If she did something wrong, she would do anything to make it right. That's the kind of person she is. Give her a chance, dad. I don't...know what she did that was bad enough for you to leave. She won't tell us anything." Honey, this is between your mom and me. There is nothing you can do. Your mom and I have some major differences to talk about. I'm glad you are at least there for her." Dad, Danni and I are here for you too. We're a family, dad, a good family. You need to know. "I want to suck your dick here, where can we go?" I was shocked... My first instinct was the bathroom. We tried the mens room first, but there was an attendant there, and he wasn't having any of that action. The line to women's room was way to long. Shit! Thought I was out of luck, suggested we go out to the car. She didn't want to leave. Then she drags me to a dark part of the bar in the back of the venue. "Order us a drink, and don't move"Next thing she ducks under the bar, and she is. Damn this floor is like ice cubes she thought to herself. Finally she reached her shoes and quickly slipped them on her feet. Once she had the shoes on her feet she decided to that she might as well explore her surroundings for a while. As Sara exited the little room that she had been in, she found that it was one of many doors in an extremely long hallway. She shuffled out the door and closed it behind her. Thankfully the hallway was well lit so she was able to make her way down it without. But, most of all it is a story of joy. To provide some context, our story takes place when there was no internet, no DVDs, no “sexting”, no home computers, and no cellular phones; a time when most boys’ exposure to sex was through a stolen copy of Dad’s Playboy magazine or National Geographic pictures in the local library; and a time when a girl’s exposure to sex was slumber party chatter and after gym change-room discussions. Sex education was left to the individual, and misconceptions were.