Tez stood in the living room doorway, watching Marfil pace back and forth across the hardwood floor. She was wearing a thin top that clung to her small breasts and a pair of bum shorts. Her dark hair was loose around her shoulders, and she kept running her hands through it as she walked.
"I just don't get it," Marfil said, stopping to face him. "Every time I try to hook up with someone, it feels... wrong. Like I'm doing it wrong. I can't get in the mood, and then when I do, everything happens so fast and I don't even know if I'm doing it right."
Tez rubbed the back of his neck. His stepdaughter had been asking him about s*x advice for days now, and he'd been deflecting. But she kept coming back to it, and he could see how frustrated she was getting.
"Marfil, this is... it's not really s
