The Boyfriend Revenge
It had been several years since my mother remarried, after meeting Dave at some conference they both attended. Dave was a likeable guy, mostly because he made it clear from the off that he would never look to replace my father. My real father was a bastard who'd run off with some jail bait teenage girl who'd just turned seventeen, never seeing or hearing from him again. I hoped I wouldn't grow up to be like him.Like my mother, with me in tow, a naive and shy sixteen-year-old boy; Dave came with...
Taboo