She still looked like a movie star. I know she would be getting a lot of attention at the wedding. "Bryan? You're our chauffeur. Sharon said you bough...t some kind of a delivery truck." I did; just helping a friend out tonight. You remember George Jenson, don't you? He needed an extra driver for tonight and I volunteered."I escorted her to the limo and went back for Sharon. Seeing her skip down the steps, in a blue gown made my heart flutter. She saw me and said, "Bryan, what are you doing here?". “In my grandfather’s day, they would have called a man like that a thief and hung him from the nearest tree,” Claire said.“We’re too civilized for that now,” Abby said shaking her head.Claire said, “What is happening today isn’t civilized; it is immoral. Taking that money is just plain criminal.”“You’re right,” Abby said.Claire asked, “What do you do for a living?”“I work in a nursing home,” Abby answered thinking that mentioning her career as a massage therapist wouldn’t go over too well with. What happened after I truly wasn’t expecting. We both spent a moment looking at each other’s eyes in silence, with our face a few inches apart. After that, without saying a word, my dad and I started making out. We kept doing it more passionately for a few minutes.It was so hot I even let a few moans get through. Then we started playing with our hands while making out. He was grabbing my waist and boobs, feeling the curves of my body, while I was touching his now hard crotch. After a few. Or so I thought...I remember that day clearly. Dad was away on another one of his business trips. Though I did not know it then, the relationship between my parents was almost over. I wished I hadn’t come home from school early that day. I wished I had stayed back with my friends for a little while longer, but I was eager to get back home and play video games. I wished, I hadn’t walked in on our black neighbor in the middle of our living room, his pants pulled down his waist, with my mom on her.