Daddy Fucked My Ass At The Amusement Park

The amusement park at night was a dreamland of neon and screams. My father Arthur bought us VIP passes, skipping every line. We rode the roller coaster twice, his hands in the air, mine clutching the bar. He won me a giant panda at the shooting gallery. And when we stumbled into the dark corner behind the haunted mansion, just us and the buzz of the transformer, he pressed me against the fence. The ride he gave me was better than anything the park had to offer.