When I was nineteen, my life was shattered in an instant. My dad walked in on me with my best friend—my lips wrapped around his cock, the room still smelling faintly of our shared sweat and teenage lust—and that was it. He exploded, his face turning beet red as he called me every name under the sun: disgrace, pervert. He kicked me out without a discussion, no second chance. I packed a small suitcase with whatever clothes...