"Jessica didn't know where she had gotten the strength to say what she had. Maybe from years of being angry with her father and now having a reason to...get back. But right now she wondered if he could see her shaking, for inside, she felt like throwing up."Honey," he said with a voice that he was trying desperately not to wobble, "that is a question I can't answer." I didn't think you would. How about this one," Jessica said. "Why did you marry Mom, when you hate women so much?" What?" he said. Playing sports meant I’d developed a good physique, especially for an eighteen-year-old. Although not tall, I had very strong legs, a flat stomach that was turning into a six-pack, plus powerful shoulders and arms. With the charm of my natural English accent, I was sure I would have some success with American girls.Settling in, the first few days of college life were filled with admin, completing forms, taking tests, signing up for email accounts and all the rest of the boring stuff.There were. "Whatever. In any case, you can not tell Mom and Dad about this!" Are you sure?" Yes. As far as they know I'm a good little school girl, and I'm not going to do anything to ruin that image any further than I already did last night."I shook my head. "Yeah, you're definitely a good little school girl," I grinned teasingly."What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she asked, her voice cold as ice as she frowned at me angrily.I gulped as I looked at her. "I mean, you've had sex. Quite a lot," I. " Good. I'll go see her." She misses you." I miss her too. But I'm divorcing her too."They both cried. Finally they hugged completely with every inch of her body she could pressing against him and each kissing the other's tears. It remained chaste. They hadn't made love in over a month, and they never would again."Ah, my little girl grown up at last," murmured Marisol in Spanish into Missy's ear. Their last night together, Missy lay with her head in Marisol's lap, both naked. Marisol caressed.