“It’s wonderfully hot baby, just like you, right now,” I said with a smile on my face.Kaleigh looked up at me with a little haziness in her eyes...but smiled at my little dig. I stood up and quickly took my shirt, shoes and socks, and slacks off.As I was putting my hands in the waist band of my Nashville Predators’ boxers, Kaleigh chuckled and asked, “Do you have any plain, regular style britches or are all your undies of the unique variety?”She reached over towards me but in a slow motion manner. I was so pissed at my father, now that I had put together the true meaning behind those hateful words.I stewed in my anger for a few days, withdrawing from my parents. My mother asked me about it, so which I said as little as possible; Dad was not in the habit of noticing me, unless I fucked up.It was about a week later when things came to a head.I did something, I forget what, and he once again muttered that phrase: "Shoulda been aborted, ya little weasel."I stuck my face toward his and. “You stupid little worm ... she’s MINE! MINE! You sick, motherfucking bastard! And you, disgusting little worm, sucking your own son’s cock? A vampire cock! Ugh!” Jerry predictably flew off the handle and I went for my opening.I drove that wooden stake straight into his chest, somehow knowing where the heart was on instinct. Jerry screamed just before his body collapsed into dust. I grabbed the broom in a rush and swept up the last of Jerry, actually pleased that evidence of him was now and. You young women have it so much better than you realize. Anyway, my sister told me that I had two choices. One was to train my husband to be a satisfactory lover and the other was to leave him and have sex with other men for my satisfaction. In either case, opening my legs only for my husband would not be enough. That gave me a lot of pause for thought, considering my conservative upbringing.”Molly was getting intensely curious, “So what did you do about that?”“My sister allowed me to have.