(Is this how people do updates, or should I be adding this as an edit to my previous story? Regardless, there’s no sex in this story, just an update.)
I grew a pair (of ovaries) and brought it all up to Brent at lunch today. I told him that I’m sorry if I took things too far but that I had fun, and I was not opposed to repeating the other night, or going further. Brent echoed the same sentiments, but told me that he’s having a hard time crossing the line. He has always treated me like his own child. And while I have a very present father of my own (you all really thrive on daddy issues), Brent has always been like father number 2.