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I was 17, had landed in the hospital with a broken Femur...so I was in traction. I had been pretty unlucky in the past, so I had - on many an occasion - made use of their physical therapy unit (you break an elbow, you need to get the arm back in shape and all). I wound up hooking up with one of the physical therapists (who was 27).
Anyway, my "therapist" came for a special session, and since I had a private room it was no big deal, right? I wish! We're going at it - her on top in all God gave her at birth - and in walks Dad. He had gotten out of work early and decided to pop on in to see how his oldest son was doing. "Jill" (not her real name) screamed, climbed off me, and dashed into the adjoining bathroom....clothes in hand.
Not wanting to see how Dad would deal with this if left to his own devices, I looked him square in the eye, and with the biggest shit-eating grin I could muster said, "Thank God you got here! She was raping me!!!"
Dad just smiled and said, "You can't rape the willing, son."
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