In Junior High and High School I was more of a "snob." I was incredibly spoiled and had everything a girl could ever ask for. This included a large tr...ust fund and three of my very own cars by the time I was 18. I also had hundreds of white boys chasing after me, and hundreds more afraid to approach someone as attractive as I was, and am. I know I should be more modest, and I am much more modest and humble now. Back then, I wasn't.I dated only a handful of boys in high school. They were all. Our new path of life would have been straightforward but that would have been too easy, wouldn’t it?“David,” she said more calmly but still looking worried, “it’s not as easy as that. There’s something else.”“Ugh?” Eloquence often departs at a time of crisis. Not as easy? I had started to feel good, nay excited about it. We would find a way. A family! I had begun to smile – until her next statement when Sod’s hammer fell.“Darling, the thing is, I don’t know if you’re the father.” Tears began to. With Daddy. You know, have ... the things you do with him.”Mom smiled. “I’m proud of you for admitting it. There’s nothing wrong with a daughter having sex with her father, is there?”“But he’s married to you,” I said. “That’s still wrong.”“Let’s think of it as an exception. Is it really adultery if I say it’s okay?”I gasped. “Really?” I just felt so free now. Just so amazing. I trembled there, the potluck gathering around us. People sitting down to heat. “You really, really wouldn’t mind? I. So I guess we all might as well go back home. Let me call the front office first--hello, sorry, we can't start up today, Georges forget to bring up any empty cans." Okay, okay! I'll go get the show on the whoa shit! who is that? Where did she come from? I sure didn't see any babe like that on the bus."I glanced out the window. Standing right there at the tickets counter was a very lovely young lady. A face I'd never seen before. She definitely got my vote as prettiest woman on the payroll. She.