FUCKED BY MY BOYFRIEND S FATHER
It was just Nate and his father, so I usually spent the time watching TV, shooting pool, or just chatting with Mr. C while we waited for Nate to get home. The weird thing was that Mr. C always seemed to be in his boxers when I arrived. He worked as a car mechanic at a local shop, and he peeled his clothes off as soon as he got home every day, spending the rest of the evening in his boxers…and sometimes a t-shirt…regardless of whether or not I happened to be visiting. One day, about two months...