Daddy’s Secret Obsession
During the summer of my freshman year at college, I was extremely sexually active with a former high school classmate named Rachel. She was an incredibly pretty girl, tall and skinny, beautiful short black hair worn in a ponytail, and an incredible personality. Rachel was a total tomboy, wore baggy clothes and rock band t shirts, never wore make-up, and was a total stoner. I used to call her flower child because she was a hippy, perfect for Woodstock, born in the wrong generation. In fact, Rachel was the person who got me into drinking, smoking and having sex out of relationships. At first glance she looked to be a good girl, but at home she had to be one of the most, if not the most, freaky women I’ve ever been with. That summer …