"Please don't think I'm a pervert but can I ask you something?" I asked her. The alcohol was slowly affecting my head.She blushed. "Sure" Has your dad... ever tried to 'do' you ?" I asked her without thinking how rude I was."No, he hasn't. I know that sort of case often happen this days but my mom comes home for a week every three months. They make the most of it usually. My dad even take a weeks leave off work just to make love with my mom while she's still here." She said. I was right, she. I'm usually smarter than that." Bottom line is, Ev, nothing happened. It never got to the critical point." And that is what really matters, I agree." She paused for a moment; I could tell a subject switch into a touchy area was imminent. "I'm gonna tell you something that might shake you up a little, but I think it needs to be said. About when you and I had our little fling before freshman year ... I still believe it was the right thing to do, and ending it when we did was also the right thing.. I was so shocked by her reaction that I wanted to understand her better before there could be any relationship.We returned to the house and Dad was busily reheating supper when we walked in. Pat was still upset and I was very defensive. Things were a long way from being right or like they had been earlier in the day.Dad served the plates and asked a blessing. We ate in silence. Once finished, I washed the dishes while Pat and Dad went into the living room. When I finished, I went in there and. .dinner filling me...laughing together. He enticed me to the point I wanted just one taste...just once and we could go our separate ways. He drove me a short distance and parked. Holding me, kissing me, tasting me, his hands going where they wanted...stroking and penetrating. I was warm all over before he made his final move and gave me the taste I was wanting. By then my body surrendered all resistance as bodies do. I was so hot to his touches, straddling his lap, fumbling to open his.