“I fucked my own stepfather.” Mary Ann was horrified enough to use language that I would not have expected.

“Was it good?” I asked.

“What an awful question to…”

“Was I related in any way at the time?” My turn to interrupt.

“No, but…”

“Was it a very long time ago?” I asked.

“Well yes but…” Mary Ann was a little less mortified.

“Did it harm you?” I asked.

“No…” She was hesitating a bit.

“Did it help you?” I asked, not waiting for her reply.

“Yes, but…”

“Get over it or get out.” I said roughly.

“What?” Mary Ann was shocked with the way I was speaking to her,...