We had just finished a decent dinner made by me, of course. Mike, my eighteen-year-old nephew, said, “I think I’d like to fuck Kelly before I leave to go back to college.” Kelly, my sixteen-year-old daughter, grumbled, “What? You think you want to fuck me?” I objected, “What? You think you want to fuck my daughter?” My husband, Greg, said, “Well, yeah.” Mike re-specified. “Sorry. I would totally like to have sex with Kell...