I was eighteen years old when my dad married her. I had just started attending a community college. The first time I met her, my dad and I went to dinner at their house. She came out wearing a white tank top, tight black yoga pants, and long black hair tied in a ponytail. She looked like a porn star. My dad always dated women like that. She hugged me and rubbed my back and we walked into the dining room together. At one p...