When I was 19 I married a guy, I didn't know him I had only had sex with him but that was enough reason to get married. We lived together for a while, long enough to have two kids and then we drifted apart. We never divorced. It has been three years since I saw him, for our daughter's 18th birthday. He walks in at ten a.m. on her 21st birthday, our daughter is in the shower and I am in my nightgown. One hug, one kiss and it is over. I managed to lock the door, she starts knocking when things are getting heavy and all I manage to say is that Daddy's here and she went away.

Three days of nothing but sex, a birthday dinner and a long goodbye. We eloped 24 years ago and it's like yesterday.

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