*Gabe*
Do you have any idea how weird it is to be sitting in a room with not one, not two but three different people you have fucked is?
Two of whom you can’t talk about because there is one person who can fuck you up? Never mind that one of the girl’s is the girl’s father, many of which A LOT of people have been on the receiving end of. But one of them is the person’s husband!
No…..well trust me it’s weird.
And possibly a psychotherapist’s wet dream as they try to *fix* my thinking as I’m sure I will more than likely need said help…..or you know I go insane….or become an alcoholic.
My father, Jason, spoke, “So how’s school going Kelly?”
Kel looked at her dad after she got done chewing on her bite of lasagna, “Good.”
He looked at her, “Doing good in your classes I imagine?”
Kel took another bite of her food as she nodded.
He mused at her, “Any boys I should know about?”
My mom quickly interjected, “Jason!”
He looked at my mom, “What?”