"Hello," I awkwardly said. Awkward was a major understatement."So you're the man who's been fucking my little girl!" the woman said pointedly."Mom!" K...atie said in protest."I told you to be quiet!" Mom yelled.Her yell brought my anger up and my need to protect Katie."Yes, I am," I managed to answer calmly."I'm sorry," Katie said."It's not your fault," I said. It wasn't."So you thought you were going to fuck my daughter again, did you?" Mom asked."We enjoy it," I said.I was trying to evaluate the. Now I was scared but good scared. She had singled me out for a special examination I thought. I was right to be “good” scared for an exam I would never forget.The doctor put me on a table in the room and I laid back. “You are a special one,” she said. I nodded. “Why aren’t you wearing panties,” she asked. I shook my head. “That way I don’t have to take them off for my exam, do I?” she said and I nodded again not knowing what would be next but hoping it would be special. Special it was. . "But this is our big chance, Glynn, maybe the only one we'll ever have, to stop that damned divorce. Help me clean up here, and concentrate on how it will be, sneaking into bed and feeling up mom's great body."She thought about her father's body, big and hard, and wondered if the hair in his crotch was as pale as the light blonde of his head. She wondered if his penis would be big in comparison to Glynn's, and to the two other boys she had screwed. A pulse in her throat beat wildly as she tried. We argued a lot these days. As I grew older, I am forty-four. I felt there was so much I wanted to do. I had hobbies, interests, I wanted to live life to the full and began to feel that I was leaving him behind, and that he was holding me down, stifling me. I felt I was wading through mud and drowning in my unhappiness. He had no interests. He was sick and couldn't work. He kept the house tidy and clean but he always wanted to watch things on TV I had no interest in. Things that bored me. I.