She looked at me coldly, obviously expecting me to be shocked; but I’d gotten past that.
“So this carried on for a while?” I asked.
“About a year. By then your dad was having some…man problems; the doctor said it was the stress.”
I couldn’t reply…I didn’t really want to know this, but Rebecca was in full flow now.
“Because he was having problems…staying hard…we made up a teasing game for him…he’d watch me and your mom kissing and making love for hours. He…he’d pretend to be our slave.”
“OK, Rebecca,” I mumbled. “That’s enough!”
“But you wanted to know!” she insisted. “After a couple of years of playing like that Viagra became available…it solved the problem for him. I think a lot of it was psychological anyway. But he’d sort of begun to like the games…”
“Rebecca…you don’t need to go
