’ ‘You know, lots of my friends have crushes on you,’ she said. ‘Oh?’ I said, still dazed. ‘Yeah. So do I.’ She said that while blushing... the words f***ed. She smiled nervously. And something changed inside me. Guilt and shame fell away and I clearly saw the beautiful angel standing in front of me not only as my daughter, but as an incredibly desirable female who was telling me that she did, indeed, share the same feelings of attraction. I stepped closer and pulled her into my arms, and she. "Rooooy",my Mom shouted,"Will you stop daydreaming,Dad & me will not be back till Monday from Bewdley till Monday and we are going straight into work,so we will see you Monday evening,(They have a Static Home on a club site that they use weekends at the Historic town of Bewdley ,on the River Severn)."I,ve put Matts money in the cupboard there",pointing to a cupboard on the kitchen wall,"he,s back off his holidays,so he will be back here Monday morning".I look at Mom,"Who,s Matt,what,s the money. ”“I later found out my dad went to his home office and looked up the site that had my stories. I used an alias name, obviously. But he remembered it. He created an account for himself and started looking at my stories. Some of them were based on things that actually happened between me and him.”“Like what?”“The first one he found was based on a time I had come home after practice with a bruise on my thigh. He offered to take a look at it. We went up to my room and I sat on the bed while he. Jake made me nervous. He had a severe haircut and cold look when he bothered to look my way. The bearded guy, larger and broader, hummed his way to the stereo, put on Elton John’s “Saturday Night’s Allright For Fighting” and cranked it. “I-um-I guess I should be getting home,” I said. “Still have a beer buzz,” Jake said. “Not safe to drive just yet.”The bearded guy looked at him. “Not a car, anyway.” Jake flashed a wicked smile.The bearded guy jumped onto the bed, landing on his back, legs.