The How.

Yes, it was your fault, Ron. When your mother suddenly passed away last year, your father fell into a depression. You remember telling Kim how worried you were about your dad.

Kim started coming around to cheer your dad up. Before long, she convinced him to stop moping around the house and to join a gym. In order to be his emotional support pillar, she joined the gym together with him.

You remembered all those instagram pictures Kim took of herself at the gym. Kim was always posing in her tight workout clothes, looking hot as hell, and your dad, the awkward tubby middle aged guy, was always standing sheepishly in the background.

Over the months however, your dad started to change in those instagram pictures. He was shedding fat at an amazing pace and putting on muscle. He had become much bolder posing with your girlfriend in her pictures.

It got to a point where you started to notice him touching Kim inappropriately when posing for photos. His hand would be on her back, her shoulders, her waist, and sometimes her thigh. You mentioned this to Kim who would always blow it off, charting it off to his friendliness.

But your dad had changed at home as well. He had become more assertive and short with you. He started laying down ground rules and giving you chores to do around the house. When the three of you were hanging out together, your dad would often put you down or try to embarrass you in front of Kim.

Several more months passed and it only seemed to get worse. Your dad was now openly flirting with Kim whenever he had the chance. Several times, you caught him whispering things in her ear, making her blush pink like a rose. You tried to raise your concerns with Kim again, but it backfired spectacularly. Kim would always side with your father and would get mad at you for suspecting him.

You felt trapped. There was nothing you could do.

On Kim’s 18th birthday bash, the line was crossed forever. Your dad kept serving you ****, until you passed out.

When you woke up, the party was over. You were still in Kim’s house however, so you wondered where your girlfriend was.

And where your dad was…

You made your way to the kitchen and almost bumped into Kim’s mom, Ann Possible, who was wrapped elegantly in a robe and holding a glass of wine. She seemed surprised to see you at first, but then immediately looked uncomfortable.

“H-hey Mrs. P,” you stammered, trying not to look at the partially exposed cleavage on the front of her robe, “Sorry, I musta passed out earlier. Have you seen my dad?”

Ann seemed to struggle to find the words. Finally she said, “He’s with Kim,” glancing up the staircase as she did.

You felt sick in your stomach.

Ann turned away and sipped her wine. You swallowed hard and started up the stairs.

“I’m sorry Ron…” you heard Ann whisper.