A pretty scary thing happened to me when I was seven years old. My mother had recently died and I was now living with my father and his new wife, Carol. She was 33 at the time and had been a virgin when they’d met on an airplane a few years earlier. Her exceptional virginity had been very well-earned.
My father had taken us to the YMCA one cold Maryland…
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