I wasn’t expecting my dad, let alone visitors. I wasn’t expecting anything, really.

It was just a quiet evening. And I touched myself—just a bit—while taking a shower a few minutes ago.

But suddenly, my dad’s voice boomed from the living room, cheerful and full of that rare warmth he reserved for old friends. I forced myself out of bed, threw on something I thought was decent enough, and padded out of my room.

I walked down the stairs to the sitting room and that’s when I saw this familiar handsome face.

Tall. Clean-cut. His T-shirt hugged his body like it had been tailored by the hands of sin itself....