Daddy Fucked My Ass At The Boardwalk

The ocean boardwalk was alive with carnival lights and salt air, the pier stretching into the sunset. My father Arthur walked beside me, winning me a stuffed bear at the ring toss, buying me saltwater taffy from a paper bag. We rode the Ferris wheel, the ocean spreading out beneath us, and he kissed me at the top. When the crowds thinned and the boardwalk went quiet, he led me under the pier, where the only witness was the tide.