The Virgins Guide to a Happy Life

21- A gift

"Give me your keys." Terrance said as we approached my car and I pulled the keys from the clutch and handed it to him. It was well after eight in the night and I relaxed at being driven. He climbed in and I after him.

"Where are you going?" I asked as he turned off the highway.

"To my father. He has something to explain to me." He said.

I was all for father son confrontations. Hell, I would support it 100%, wear the T-shirt, and the shorts and maybe even the cap. But tonight, with half my thigh exposed and my breast pushing its way out of the dress, I possibly objected. Hell, it would be better without me here to complicate things, to make things awkward.

"Now? Why now?" I asked in horror. It's been what, two weeks, since I saw my dad. One bone said that my father would be there and the other bone said to hit Terrance upside his head and regain control over the car and drive us back to his mother's house. Even if I managed to knock Terrance out, he was a little on the solid side of life, and I can't remember the last time I did a push up.

This man was blatantly ignoring me as he drove out of Town. Now I had no idea where we were going. He turned unto some back road and next thing, we were going up some hill behind God's proverbial back. A man stopped the car and I looked around. If he pulled out a gun and shot at us, I would be dead. As nice as death sounded, I wasn't ready to drink my poison just yet. Terrance said something to him and he let us pass. Most of the environs was surrounded by darkness and I couldn't distinguish one house from the next.

We pulled up outside a two storey something, with a short black gate and three cars parked in the yard. Terrance cut the engine and got out. I scrambled out of the car and took a deep breath to calm my heart. This was stupid. This was stupid. This was so fucking stupid.

I was going to die a virgin. Either be shot to death or mauled to death by the beast of a dog that was growling behind the gate. I made my way over to Terrance and let out a noise that I didn't know what it could have been classified as.

"What?" He asked as he made his way towards the gate.

"I don't want to mauled to death, nor do I want to be shot in the chest by the guy in the mango tree." He frowned and looked down at his chest and then at mine where the laser settled.

"How did you see that?" He asked and opened the gate.

"It's a gift." I mumbled and clung to his side as he walked through the yard. It was a short walk to the front door and once there I let out a breath. The short man with a beard who was sitting at the door stood up and glanced at Terrance, then at me.

"The brothel could use another one." He smirked and I screwed up my face in disgust. Ew! As hard as it was, I held my tongue and listened to the dogs barking.

"Open the door." Terrance said and the man obliged. We passed through but he got a smack in at my ass and I squeezed Terrance's bicep.

The house wasn't well decorated. It had chairs laying all around, lights barely on but Terrance navigated through the sea of chairs to the stairs and led us upstairs. The upstairs smelt highly of alcohol and marijuana and I had to remind myself to breathe through my mouth and not through my nose. There were four doors. Two of which were closed and the other two wide open. The hall was wide enough for two people to pass and some but I clung to Terrance as though my life depended on it as he walked through the valley of death.

Maybe I exaggerated a bit. As he walked through the hall towards the end room which had the door closed. He knocked once then pushed the door open and I almost let out a scream. Okay, I've never watched porn. Never seen a live sex tape, nothing of the sort. So, to see a man my father's age having sex on his desk with a woman, almost my age was something I would never forget. My hands was over my eyes in a matter of seconds. I heard the loud steups and then a curse and then some wet sloppy sound.