"I hate to ask, Alexa, but how about you? You know, touching yourself." I've just never done it that much, I guess," Alexa replied. "I've tried, but h...nestly, until last night I never had anything close to an orgasm." What about you Mr. S? When did you start playing with yourself?" Lizzie, seriously?" Yeah! Come on, you get to ask us all this stuff. When did you start?" Yeah, Dad. You can tell us." This just gets more weird all the time. You really want to hear this?" It only seems fair, Dad,". “Did you see what he did?”I lied and told her that I only saw her leave to go to the restroom. I told her I was worried about her because she was gone for a bit.She then told me how he fingered her through her slacks. How he pushed up so hard he made contact with her clit. She even said his thumb was playing with her asshole. She was worried that others might see.“How did that make you feel?” I asked. I could feel my erection growing.“I don’t know. I do have to admit that I did get a bit wet. I let myself out, and as I walked back to my car, I thought 'I really don't need this'.I stopped at the King's Head, on the outskirts of town. It's not my favourite pub, it's a bit to full of tourists for me, or it is in summer. Tonight it was quiet. I didn't recognise anyone, so I bought myself a pint, and sat by myself. I thought of Davinia, wondering how she was getting on at a family party. Answering questions on the missing Tod. Answering questions on whether she's got a new man, and. ” He sat across from his dad and asked, “Can I have a sip? Dad, are you gay?” I turned off the stove, making a mental note about the oregano, and sat at the table. I took a really large gulp of Jason’s beer. “Yes, Jason, answer your son. Are you gay?” “Look, Chad,” he said, “it’s complicated. I love your mother. I enjoy sleeping next to her. But in the past few years I've, well, been more attracted to men, especially younger ones. I don’t know why. It just is what it is. It doesn't really.