She would have hated who I’ve become. It goes against everything she taught me. She wanted me to do something with myself. To be somebody. Like dad....Maybe be a marine, like dad. But mother, I think, I am somebody. Look at everything I have. An apartment in the nicest part of the city. The best clothes money can buy. And a car that gets all the chicks attention. I’m a successful man, just like you wanted. But inside I feel it. Something gnawing at my innermost being, and I know. I’m a fraud. A. I would like to think she knew what I was thinking or what I wanted and that, at that moment, she could have done anything she wanted to do to me. But, she was a professional and I was her patient, nothing more I think. I turned and bent forward. I could feel her exhale, her hot breath, on my cheeks; I, out of instinct or reflex, spread my legs and arched my ass into the air for her. I heard a sharp intake of breath and it was not mine. Was she offended, was she surprised, did she like this. He had been living in our guest cabin on the farm and was headed back to Portugal in two days. Manolo was bright, articulate and made a lot of friends in the short time he was living here. Some of the local girls would miss him too. He was very popular with his rugged good looks and athletic body. I should know. He spent many an afternoon in our pool. If I were 25 again, I would have made a play for him too. I was in the kitchen alone now trying to clean the last dregs from the. “Sorry! I just had to grab my hair tie and I-.... Sorry.”He gave me that look all parents give you when they are upset with you, but they can’t be mad because it was their fault. You know what I’m talking about.To this day, I have no idea where it came from, but before I spun around and headed to school, I winked at him. I winked! What the hell??Anyways, that was last night. I spent the entire day thinking about my dad’s dick.Holy shit! Why am I thinking about him??I wasn’t about to tell anyone.