I have fantastic parents who are still together after more than forty years of marriage. And my dad wants to read my book. Of course he wants to read my book – he’s my dad. But…there’s sex in my book. And not the closed-door, see ya in the morning kind. My hero’s a vampire – the guy bites.
It brings to mind the one sex talk my dad and I had – sometime in high school when a girl in my class became pregnant. My dad and I stood swinging nine-irons on the practice green behind our house. It went like this:
DAD: WHACK. He hit to the green. “So, I heard so and so was pregnant.”
ME: Slice. I hit the nearest tree. “Yeah, I heard that, too.”
DAD: Whack. He put it right next to the hole. “Follow through and roll your wrists. Do we need to talk about it?”
ME: Smack. Closer to the green. “No. I need a new glove.”
DAD: Whack. In the hole. “No. You need to break your wrists faster. So, about sex…” Whack. Dad hit the tree.
ME: Whiff. I missed the ball completely. “Not interested in sex.” And believe it or not, I wasn’t. I loved high school and my home town. But I knew my freshman year in college would occur at a school on the beach, and no way was I missing out on that.
DAD: Whack. Who knew? There was a sandtrap just beyond the practice green. “Well, sex is your business.” His voice kinda cracked here. “But if you get pregnant, it becomes my business. Point your left toe toward the pin more.”
ME: “Okay.” I rolled my wrists, broke them in time and pointed my toe toward the pin. The ball rolled to within an inch of the hole. “Nothing to worry about, Dad.”
DAD: He blew out a breath and then hit the tree again. “Good talk. Want to get breakfast?”
So, I figure my dad’s been around a bit and knows that vampires bite. Anyway, he’s promised me he’ll skim FATED’S spicy parts. 🙂