“I f****d my own stepfather.” Mary Ann was horrified enough to use language that I would not have expected.
“Was it good?” I asked.
“What an awful question to…”
“Was I related in any way at the time?” My turn to interrupt.
“No, but…”
“Was it a very long time ago?” I asked.
“Well yes but…” Mary Ann was a little less mortified.
“Did it harm you?” I asked.
“No…” She was hesitating a bit.
“Did it help you?” I asked, not waiting for her reply.
“Yes, but…”
“Get over it or get out.” I said roughly.
“What?” Mary Ann was shocked with the way I was speaking to her, which was what I intended.
“I can’t change it, you can’t change it, Wendy can’t change it, and it’s done. We all agreed at the time so if you can’t handle it now go away and let Wendy and me have our life together, something
