He’s using me.”
We didn’t have much interest in pizza by that time, so we took half of it home. “Oh, Dad, I don’t know how to say this. XXX …” And she drifted off. You look like such a cute mess with your hair running every which way. “There’s more to it than just tickling your insides.”
“So show me.” The logic of her argument suddenly got through to me. I could feel it rubbing against me inside. And then her nipples. The bathtub was very big. And when the jerking quieted down I gently lay down over her and kissed her face, her lips, her mouth. We took ballroom dance classes together, and would go to dances together. Even in the dark, that kid looked good. “Ooh! Dino’s for pizza. Nobody’s goddam business. I used to love her cookies when she visited.”
“She’s 85
