When my dad died, I was at a loss of love. I craved it, and I needed it. I used to get it from my mom, but she just stopped giving it, like she had run out.
I guess she needed some love too, but she found it in the wrong places, with six failed marriages. She could have just found love in me, but instead she would rather it be with sleazy men.
I was at a constant search for love, and when my mother married for the seventh time, my stepfather's red headed son gave me as much of it as I could ever ask for.
(Contains one smut scene and you are warned beforehand)