I must say, her taste is improving."I remember that evening as being magical. When we got past the way we met, we chatted amicably about out lives, gi...gled about the problems my daughter might have, a sample of which I had just experienced, and really enjoyed each other. We both drank a lot, that nice soft white wine they serve. The first time she got up so we could dance, I saw her full body, in a tight, red silk sari kind of thing that just went to mid thigh, gorgeous legs in these matching. ... BOY!" He said the last word like it was the worst curse he could bestow.I heard pounding and rushed into the bathroom, to find him hitting themirror with every bit of force he had cracking it. Then, like a puppetwhose strings had been cut, he collapsed to the floor and wept.I gathered him into my arms and held him tight."Please. Tell me what's wrong," I said."Daddy..." he said with a sob. "Make him go away. He's ... wrong."He was pointing at his own reflection in the cracked mirror.I had. She held my hand, huge compared to hers, while I cried after a girl broke my heart. I beat the snot out of a boy for breaking hers, then stood and took a pounding from her for doing it. We told each other everything as we grew up, and looking back, it may have been a reaction to her leaving for the Peace Corps than drove me to become a Marine. My parents didn’t show up for my graduation from boot camp, but she did. Came all the way from Ethiopia. She said she’d had vacation, but a mutual friend. I got a message from a guy (I'll call him K) who I had been speaking to for a while saying he was horny and was needing some fun :P I told K where I was and he said he lived very nearby! We exchanged a few more messages and I finally agreed to walk to his. K told me he would be waiting outside the door to his flat. I was so nervous about it but I had wanted to do this for a while now and I suppose the drink helped with the nerves alot!I got to the street where K lived and thought about turning.