Daddy Fucked My Ass At The Boat Parade

The marina was transformed for the Christmas boat parade, yachts draped in twinkling lights, carolers on the dock, hot cocoa steaming in paper cups. My father Arthur"s yacht was the centerpiece, a floating castle of lights and holly. I stood at the railing with him, watching the other boats drift by. When the fireworks started, he pulled me into the cabin, away from the cold and the crowd. The explosions lit up the sky. He lit up everything else.