I felt the weight of that choice but didn’t hesitate. Instead, I nodded. Gay sex My stomach twisted with shame, but I nodded. He was angry. Capable of autonomous judgment. Another voice.Suddenly, the trunk opened. My father was a cop in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. I’m sure he’d committed burglaries many times before. I’ve handled countless domestic calls, pulled kids from wrecked pickups, and chased meth dealers through muddy alleys behind closed motels. He pushed me onto the sheets, his weight pinning me as he kissed me harder, teeth grazing my lip. They took him away.Chapter Eleven: ReconstructionAt the station, I sat in a chair that felt too small. He clamped his hand over my mouth, muffling my screams as he forced his full length into me, his balls slapping against my thighs. “You’re so fucking tight,” he said, adding more lube before slicking his cock. “I learned to color outside the lines long ago.”We stopped by the river, sunlight glinting off the water. “Got out three months ago.
