My struggle to breathe took on new meaning suddenly. It was no longer from arousal. It was from a warring mix of embarrassment and dejection. I had to get out of there. I didn't know if I could face my father again after this incident.
Feeling panicked, I pushed myself away from him and practically fell out of his bed, stumbling into a half-walk, half-sprint toward the door. When I turned the knob and pulled it open, the door swung wildly into the room and banged hard against the wall. I felt like I was hyperventilating. Without looking back, I fled down the hall and didn't stop until I was in my own bed with the covers pulled over my face.
Lost in thought, I barely slept at all that night. Had I seriously just touched my dad's p***s? I had never been so forward in my life! As I lay ther
