“I know that you’re confused and upset. But I will try to explain, if you will let me” I told her.
“What is there to explain? I saw my mother, naked in the basement, getting her brains fucked out! I saw you cheating on my father. I saw you begging a black man the fuck you” she yelled at me.
“How could you do that? Hell, you won’t even let me date a black person! And there you were fucking one” she continued.
“It’s not that simple. It’s never that simple” I said. “Sit back down and I will tell you the whole story. It’s worse that even you might think.” “How the hell did I let this get this out of control?”
It was hard looking at my daughter at that moment. She was so much like me, something I had always been proud of. Both of us were the same size and shape. At 5’1” and 110 lbs we both were in very good shape. We both had long blond hair. My breast and butt are a little bigger than Cindy, but she turns a lot of heads with what she has, even at 14.
With a tear in her eye, she sat back down and told me to try and explain what I was doing. I told her that I would start with some basic history. I knew that she knew most of this stuff, but I needed a starting place that would help her see how this all got started.
She already knew that her father was raised in this neighborhood. She knew that this house was his boyhood home. She also knew that his parents, her grandparents, were killed in a car wreck when she was 3 years old. They had left us the house. I told her that, at that time, we weren’t poor but getting this house made all the difference for us. It was paid off, so we saved a lot of money each month. It... Læs hele novellen
