"How, do you think I feel, I have problems with my dad too, he's dead!" I scream, "I know" he answers "but you know what's worse than your dad being dead" he asks "what?" I shout back "wishing your dad was dead!"
In which an eighteen-year-old succumbs to an older man
. . .
"I can't resist him, even though I tried. Call me weak, pathetic, my ears are deaf except if it's his voice they're listening to. Because no matter what, just one touch and I'm at his mercy."