Sins of the Mothers
I asked her to dance, and she wasn't too steady on her feet. Her breath reeked of liquor and she had a faraway look. I was twenty-two years old, in a strange city, and had few friends. Dances were the only places I knew for meeting women.
This story is partly based on an actual incident in the author's life.
Tags: Ma/Fa, Heterosexual, Incest, Father, Daughter