.. with my father?” she demanded hotly.I was thinking a little more clearly now. I was still jangled, but Chrissy and I had had innumerable argument... in the past, and I knew how to argue with her.“Me? I think the question here is what are you doing in bed, naked, with your father?” I suggested.She blinked and the anger in her cheeks paled.“Oh shit,” she said.Mr. C. got up on one elbow. He looked at both of us.“I know I shouldn’t say this, at least not right now, but you have no idea how often. .. licked me... fucked me, I climaxed, not all the time, but a lot, especially as I became older and more developed. Why can't I find pleasure with sex now?" Because you believe feeling good from sex is wrong. Sex with your parents felt good, gave you pleasure, but that sex was wrong... sick. Society says so, and you agree with society. Also, the pleasure your parents gave you with their brand of sex went away forever when they left you, when they abandoned you by dying. All these associations. It was unconscious on my part, but Mike and I were each in the center, with fifty or sixty students squished against the walls and lockers. I wished I'd been wearing a jacket. I could open it up and push the flap back behind my imaginary holster, then flex my fingers a few times."In private." He nodded his head toward Mr. Howard's room. I nodded and followed him in and closed the door. Mr. Howard's room was the only classroom in the school that didn't have a window in the door, which must have. “Hahaha. Well. Yes. But. This definitely is more drenched than always. You have never told me what gets you so wet in the first place. The visit to the boys’ hostel, today, seems to have done you a lot of good.” I could not believe my dad said that to mom.He sounded so calm and normal, like every-time, and almost as if he was enjoying questioning my mom’s fidelity. “You are one horny pig.” my mom bounced back, equally thrilled and not at all disturbed by my dad’s statements.I knew nothing about.