One afternoon...

"So have you fucked her yet?"

I'm glad my back was turned to him. I knew it was coming, but that didn't make me prepared for it. In fact, his inquiry made me even hotter with anger than I could have predicted.

I shoved the metal utensil under the still red meat and flipped the patty over with barely restrained violence.

"Jesus, Dad. No."

"Well why the fuck not, Son? She's been 18 for months."

I slammed the lid of the grill, regretting it immediately. He would only feed off of any frustration or discomfort I let him see. I took a deep breath and returned to my...