A sort of father-son moment, one of the only ones I could honestly remember. Parents seemed to think it necessary to have that embarrassing and quite humiliating conversation about the birds and the bees. Hell, I already knew all about that stuff. I’d lost my virginity to one of the maids’ daughters the previous summer, but I wouldn’t dare speak of it to my father. Why? Not because he would harm her. Oh no. Nothing like that. It was simply that mixing of the classes was frowned upon greatly in our family.My father and I had sat in the sand, watching tourists meander up and down the opulent beach, gazing across the mesmerizing blue waters of the Greek Isles. He sighed, gripping my slightly-muscled shoulder and chuckled as he began the sex talk. I didn’t meet his eyes, but from the sound of his voice, he hated having this talk as much as I did. A little part of me appreciated the fact that he was as uncomfortable as I was.I nodded and grunted as the talk wore on, hoping like all hell it would end soon.
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