Some memories fade with time, but that ride on the swing will always stand out crystal clear. By the time we got loaded in the car she wanted the back seat so she could sleep. Okxxx He would pick me up in his arms, sit on the edge of my bed, and rock me to sleep. At three years old, I would hear the hushed whispers, bed creaking, and muffled moans of my parents having sex. One time, Daddy told my sister and I to sit across from him. Walking back to the car, his hand scooped mine in his and his eyes met mine. As I think back on my sexual experiences, it seems obtuse of me to not have put it all together before. Sailing
After my parents divorced, Daddy
