My psychiatrist tells me it's not so, but I know in my heart I'm responsible for my daughter's messed up head. Poor Jana. I divorced her mother when she was only 13, and she displays all the classic symptoms of not having a male role model in her life. Combine that with the fact that Jana is not drop-dead gorgeous, and your result is a girl with low self esteem who mistrusts men.
Now don't get me wrong, Jana is not ugly and I believe that she will ultimately mature into a beautiful woman. But at 19 she is not at the peak of her beauty. She stands 5'10" and probably doesn't weigh more than 110 pounds. Her breasts are not well developed and her hips have not widened as is usually the case. Okay, she's skinny! But that's not the worst of her problems. On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, her mother kicked her out of the house. For a recent high school graduate, who suffers from an inferiority complex, to be "excused" by her own mother was almost unbearable.
That's why Jana has been living with me for the last year. She attends a local junior college, but outside of her studies has no life whatsoever. I, on the other hand, am a very active single man. That is to say, I am very active sexually. I refuse to allow a woman to live with me, but I will use and abuse them at every opportunity. Having made some wise, or at least lucky, stock investments, I don't really need to work. And that type of moderate wealth provides an ample supply of willing women. Jana has seen her share come and go. Now understand that our relationship has been totally honest since she moved in with me. She knows that I am a "He-whore" who loves women and the associated activities. She is also quick to tell me what a pig I am, and in very distinct language. One day Jana came home from school just after noon, about the same time I was walking my latest fling to her car. When I came back into the house, Jana said from the couch, "I suppose you have been fucking all morning."
"Not all morning," I replied. "At my age I need an occasional intermission."
"You are such a pig," she said. "Is that all you ever think about? Don't you ever feel guilty about discarding those poor women like so much trash?"
"Whoa, there, little girl," I quickly responded. "My relationships are 'give and take'. I guaranty you they get as much pleasure and satisfaction as I do. They just may not have the same variety. I don't promise them anything I don't deliver."
"That's such B. S," Jana giggled. "Women don't get that much out of having sex."
"Excuse me," I said, shocked at my daughter's comment. "I haven't met the woman yet I couldn't satisfy. That one this morning probably got off 5 or 6 times. And I've been around long enough to know they were real. Actually I'm kind of a professor of lust"
"What were real," she asked sincerely.
"Her orgasms, Silly," I laughed. "Maybe you should broaden your curriculum a little."
"Quit it," she said. "I read somewhere that orgasms in women were a state of mind, that there was nothing actually physical about them."
"Hon, you better throw that resource guide away," I said, laughing louder. "When a woman cums, it is purely physical. I guess it's pretty obvious that you have never had an orgasm. Amazing in this day and age!"
Jana responded by not responding. She sat back heavily on the couch and watched me leave the room, still laughing.
Aside from women, my passion was woodworking and I spent the rest of the day in my shop working on a china closet. As with my women, I get deeply engrossed in my work. When Jana came to the shop, it was after 6:00. "I've got a little supper ready, if you're hungry," she said.
"Sounds good," I answered. "I'm not going out tonight so I can work on this later."
Jana wasn't much of a cook either, but she made a great macaroni and cheese casserole. We ate in silence for several minutes. Then Jana, asked, "Dad, can I ask you a question, without you making fun of me?"
"Shoot, Kid," I said around a mouthful of pasta.
"Are orgasms really real and why do you suppose I have never had one?"
