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Dad's Old Laptop

... the door," she replied. I did as she instructed and went and stood behind her. She started the video and pointed to the guy's left shoulderblade. I had to lean in closer before I realized what she was pointing at. The guy had an inch long purple birthmark just below where his shoulder sloped down toward his back. "Look familiar?" she asked. "Not really," I told her. "Then I suggest the next time your Father has his shirt off around you, you take a good look. He has that exact same birthmark!" she spit out. Truthfully I'd never noticed. In my nineteen years of life I think I'd only seen him shirtless once or twice, and that was when I was quite young. Most of the time he wore t-shirts, even when he went swimming. Something I never understood, but hey, who was I to judge. "That still doesn't prove it's him Mom," my own confidence was beginning to wane. "It does to me," she retorted, then stood and headed for the door. "There might be a way to tell for sure," I said just as she reached out for the doorknob. Turning to look at me she asked, "How?" "We could watch the rest of the videos and see if they show his face." "I don't think so. I already know it's him, but if you want to watch the rest, knock yourself out." She left before I had a chance to reply. I stood there for a while until my curiosity got the better of me. For the next forty minutes I watched Grandma have sex with both the guy holding the camera and with Grandpa. Not once did the guy's face appear on screen. Not ...

... being able to prove one way or the other if that was Dad was disappointing. Even the sex had become slightly mundane. I did have a raging hard-on by the time I was finished watching, but the urge to take care off it just wasn't there. I spent the rest of the day working on my school paper instead. Around four-thirty I went downstairs and found out I was alone in the house. The Grandparents were still gone, and when I checked the garage so was Mom's car. I ate a couple of sandwiches and washed them down with a soda, then went up and finished my paper. Seven pm rolled around and I was sitting on the porch when Grandma and Grandpa pulled up. They climbed out of their car laughing and having a good time. When they reached me the dismal look on my face made them both ask if something was wrong. I told them I was fine, just tired. Grandpa seemed to buy my explanation and went inside. Grandma on the other hand wasn't so sure. She sat down in the chair next to me and took my hand in hers. "What's really bothering you Russell? Is it because we had sex?" My head swiveled so hard on my neck that I was surprised I didn't break it as I glanced toward the front door to make sure Grandpa wasn't there. He wasn't, but the door was open. "Relax sweetie," Grandma patted my hand. "Tell me what's on your mind." "I...I was just wondering why you let me is all," I said. "Have you ever had an itch that begged to be scratched?" she asked. "I guess so," I replied, wondering what the hell she was talking ...