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have to be nudged in the right direction. For instance, I knew if I played my cards right I’d get a couple hundred prewedding bucks out of her.
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    â€œHe’s never, like, done anything to you, has he?” Tremaynne asked, slowly untying the laces on my bustier.
    â€œAre you kidding?” I sucked in my breath as he tugged it free, his hand brushing against my breasts. “He’s always been like a stepfather to me.”
    â€œYeah, but stepfathers abuse their kids all the time,” Tremaynne said, kissing the rose tattoo above my heart.
    â€œNot Whitman,” I said. “Never.”
    â€œWhen I came in the bedroom and saw him zipping up his pants,” Tremaynne whispered, sucking my earlobe into his mouth, “I thought—You know.” His tongue moved up to probe my ear. “You didn’t look upset or anything. But I wondered.”
    I threw my head back so he could give my throat a good swab with his overactive tongue. “Yeah,” I sighed, lightheaded with delight, “I’ve wondered myself.”
    â€œYou have?” He pulled me closer, breathing hard, kneading my butt like it was bread dough. “What?”
    â€œWhat it would be like.”
    â€œWhat d’you think?”
    â€œI don’t know. He seems to make my dad happy.” I sucked my lover’s tongue deep into my mouth, then moved down to pluck at his little raisiny nipples with my teeth. “I know they have sex almost every day.”
    â€œSo do we,” Tremaynne panted.
    â€œYeah, but they’ve been together twenty years.” I did some quick math, the one thing I’m good at. “That’s like over seven thousand times.”
    â€œWow.” Tremaynne reared back, looking at me. Those dark eyes with the long black lashes had the power to melt me. “What do they do?”
    â€œI don’t know. That’s always been another fantasy.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œWatching two handsome guys make it.”
    â€œWatching your dads, or, like, watching two handsome guys?”
    â€œMy dads are two handsome guys.”
    â€œSo, watching them.”
    â€œIt’s just a fantasy.”
    I could feel Tremaynne’s hard stubby dick against my thigh. He eased me onto my back, cupped my breasts, and stared at my nipples as if they were two luscious desserts. His tongue flicked out, delicately licking first one, then the other, like a boy with an ice-cream cone in each hand.
    â€œOh, Venus,” he sighed, tenderly laying his head against my heart.
    â€œWhat, babe?” I played with his hair.
    â€œAm I doing the right thing?”
    I assumed he meant getting married. “Yes,” I whispered.
    â€œI’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”
    â€œYou won’t hurt me,” I said.
    â€œYou don’t know who I am. Not really.”
    â€œDo you know who I am? Really?”
    He was silent for a moment. “Yeah,” he said finally. “I think I do.”

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    I kept giving Tremaynne chances to get out of going on our honeymoon with the dads, but he was like, “No, I really want to go.”
    â€œWe’ll be in the car with them for hours,” I warned.
    â€œSo?”
    â€œYou’ll have to talk.”
    â€œI can talk when I want to.”
    â€œYou’re not homophobic, are you? You’d better tell me now if that’s a problem.”
    â€œThere is something I should probably tell you.” He cleared his throat and smoothed down his already smooth goatee. His eyes, usually so bold, grew shy. “I’ve had a couple of things with guys. Nothing serious. Just like you’ve had with women.”
    His confession confirmed something I’d been wondering about.
    Suddenly it was kind of a dilemma. Because I didn’t want to make the mistake of marrying a gay man, like my mom did. Gay men make great dads, but, as Whitman once said, you wouldn’t want your daughter to