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The camera recorded its own reflection in the dark glass as they waited.After years of trying, we had finally caught my father soliciting sex from strangers.
The next year I began to suffer from excruciating stomach pain that left me unable to eat.I don’t remember these touching moments, nor do I recall any of the stories about him tossing a football with my brothers in the front yard.That’s why it was strange when he suddenly started paying attention to me.In the Christian parenting books my dad wrote, we were always the most perfect devout family.When I found out he was secretly trolling for gay sex online, I became obsessed with unmasking the truth.It was the mid-‘90s and the Internet was still something you had to access with dial-up and a shrink-wrapped CD from AOL.
Any time I’d walk in while he was on the computer he’d immediately turn to face me. ” I could hear the telltale sound of the mouse clicking to minimize a screen. Once he finished, I pretended I wanted to get on Instant Messenger.
I never noticed how dark his windows were tinted, but now it made sense. Was that something you did when you were meeting a teenager for sex in the alley behind a sporting goods store?
They drove closer, unsure of what would happen next.
I was no longer living in a world where some of us were entitled to wag a finger of judgment. When I was done I logged out of the account, deleted the hacker program and decided to pretend like it had never happened.
I needed to believe the lie and continue being the smiling daughter of a godly man.
Dad had sent the time and location for the meet-up, expecting a quickie.