“I don’t ever remember you having a motorcycle; did you ride with a gang?” I asked. “Why not Dad?” I asked staring into his blue-gray eyes. My desi “I never missed her, not a day has gone by that I even think about her not being around and I hope you’re not upset that you got cheated out of a mother?” He asked. “And neither do I.” “Have you ever had a boyfriend?” I asked. “Hmm, one day?” “That sounds, hmm, hmm, hmm, how long?” He’d ask rubbing his chin or tugging his neatly trimmed goatee if he didn‘t care for my reply. Some such noisemakers were rocking the night away with Dad leading the band. It looked as though my father had pissed himself. “What’s it look like?” He asked reminding me that he was on vacation for the following three weeks. He was breathing hot ‘n’ heavy.I looked at the head of my dick. I cast my eyes down staring at my empty plate and dad faked a cough.
