Daddy Fucked My Ass At The Roller Rink

The roller rink was a blast from the past, disco balls and neon lights, classic rock pumping through the speakers. My father Arthur laced up his skates and held my hand as we wobbled onto the floor. He was surprisingly graceful. I was not. We laughed, we fell, we held each other a little too long. Under the spinning disco lights, I forgot that he was my father. And then he reminded me.