Several weeks had gone by since I first made love with my Dad while Mum watched and egged him on.
While we had repeated the event several times since then it seemed to be always me that had initiated it; Mum and Dad were still nervous about the relationship.
I had battled with my conscience about whether I should tell my best friend Janice or not. On one hand she could be very supportive and provide some much needed advice on the other she might flip completely and shop us all to the cops.
In the end I reasoned that she was a very good friend and had some skeletons of her own in various cupboards. What was the worst that could happen?
Well I'll tell you.
I went round to her flat after work to have a bit of a girly night in and took some wine with me. We sat and chatted and finished off the best part of the first bottle between us. Having consumed sufficient Dutch courage I jumped in with both feet.
"Can I tell you something Jan? Something very private and dangerous that mustn't get out to anyone." I asked
"Try me." She answered.
Well, I thought, that would have to do.