At Eighteen, my stepdad was just fourteen years older than me when Mom and he met. An age-gap? Yes, but not an impossible chasm to leap across once I passed eighteen.

Mom left us, needing to try out other men and lots of them. I bounced from one parent to another for a while, but when I became legal, I knew home was where my heart was.

It was also where my stepfather was.

Join me for a naughty tale about the day I caught my stepfather.