The last Friday of the last summer break of my undergraduate degree and where was I? Backpacking through Europe? Hanging out with friends? Earning a little extra cash? No. I was running wind sprints in an almost empty recreation center. And why? Because my dad is an asshole, and I’m an idiot. “Gabe! You should come visit this summer! We’ll finally get to spend some time together.” I should have known better. From the day...

While our lips were otherwise engaged, Jess’s fingers had begun to tug at my clothes. I awkwardly stood, still locked at the lips, and helped her hands along. As my shorts and underwear slid down, she finally broke away with a gasp, then a giggle; not exactly the reaction a guy is hoping for. I gave her a look, but she wasn’t paying attention to my face anymore. Another little giggle slipped from her lips; she finally rea...