The main difference is that with a boyfriend, sometimes you get hurt by them, because you think that they’re going to love you, but then they get je...lous or something and that can hurt, but with my dad, well, I know that I can always trust him not to intentionally hurt me or anything. Mom wouldn’t stand for it, or with my sister.” “when I fuck other men here, in this place, and I know my dad is here, I feel much safer, and besides, everyone here just about knows who my did is, so they don’t. Ugh!His pink alarm clock suddenly began blaring loud rock music into hisroom and he forced himself up off of his blow-up mattress to turn itoff... pressing the button with just the tip of his incredibly longfingernail. Blessed silence. It felt like a relief.His whole body felt weighted down. The bra and breast forms that werestuck to his chest felt heavy. His overly bloated diapers felt heavy,and wet, and messy... and warm, and sensuous, and wonderful. Oh how hewished he didn't have that. .. about what she said she did on the bed."Aunt Alex stared at the ceiling briefly."I swear I don't know what that sister of mine thought she was doing..." My mom?" Trevor croaked out."Your Aunt Theodora!" Aunt Alex shrieked. "That... that... vixen! And what a mother she is, seeing my daughter engaged in... in... with her own cousin! And not saying a word to me!"Trevor carefully kept his face composed. So Reed must have kept Cat out of it. That was unusually thoughtful of her. Not that it was. "But I did find something for you to keepbusy with." What is that?" I asked."You remember my friend Ben Phillips?" he asked."Yeah, he owns that riding stable," I answered."What you didn't know is that the guy who cleans out hisstables is out of town attending a funeral until Monday,"my dad informed me."Why would I be interested in all of this?" I inquired."Simple, starting at the same time school does tomorrow;you will be cleaning out the stables. You will work untilschool lets out," my dad.