My hands were shaking ever so slightly as I brought my car to a stop in the parking lot of Paul’s high-rise apartment building in Cherry Hill, New Jersey Sunday evening. I pulled my phone from my pocket and looked at the address he’d texted to make sure I was at the right place. I was. I got out of the car then and headed for the lobby doors. I rang Apartment 1114 and was buzzed in immediately. As I rode the elevator to the eleventh floor, I felt even more nervous than I had in the car. I kept trying to ignore the fact that I was going to have s*x with my mother’s boyfriend, but I couldn’t ignore it. What we were about to do was wrong on so many levels, but I kept telling myself that as long as my mother didn’t find out, everything would be okay. I mean, it wasn’t like they were married. T
