I met him the first chance at freedom I had. He was the boy from the rival team, and I was the coach's daughter. And like the naive child I was, I followed him to the backseat of his car.
An hour later, he kicked me out and left me in the driveway of a stranger's house. I wouldn't have done it if I knew I would get pregnant.
Five years later, he came back.

"Do what?'', I asked nervously. Damn, I am getting wet having him so close to me.
He smirks and says, "lick you up and down".
Before I can respond he lifts me place me on the counter snugs between my legs and starts kissing and licking me.
His tongue reaches my neck and I shiver. I grew wetter than I already was.
My body was getting hot, my common sense was gone, and I moved my bottom half closer to him.
Hinting to him that I want his fingers inside me. And he did just that, he slid on...

Five years ago, I was drugged and ended up having sex with a stranger, resulting in a pregnancy. I chose to go abroad to give birth.
Five years later, I returned with my son, determined to seek revenge on those who conspired against me.
At this moment, a man appeared before me and my child, expressing his desire to become my son's father...