“Now that was pain.””Dad, I was there when it happened.”He continues, “What happened was this one day…””Dad, I was there. How many times did I have to say I wanted him?“Well, there’s no girls here now, are there?” he asks, looking back and forth between me and Boon.The three of us sit in silence, but for the sound of Dad’s ticking kitchen clock.”Fuck, I don’t know,” says Dad. Gay sex I was probably looking daggers at him when I said it, because he kind of backed down.I thought things could just keep going the way they were. I thought it was just a weekend, a debt I’d pay once and then be free.I secretly wish he’d grown frailer or fatter, somehow elderly. I’m no saint. “He takes a dump and gets all cleaned out back there and starts by blowing me in bed. “If I’m so bad, why was he coming around here after high school. Our dining room became his home gym, with a weight bench and barbell racks and weights where other people had a dining table and chairs.
