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god.” I said stunned, “Jesus dad, that’s horrible.”
    “It is and it got worse because somehow her mother blamed her, probably didn’t mean to, but she had issues as well. That’s why Cynthia tries so hard to be loving and wants so badly to be loved, why she needs to be doted on.”
    “I guess that makes sense.” I said, still trying to get past what he had just told me.
    “The main effect that had on her was Cynthia was terrified of men.”
    “I would be too.”
    “She went to therapy for years, but she was never comfortable with men. As she got older she was a very pretty girl and a lot of boys asked her out. A few times she went out, but whenever they would try to kiss her she would get scared. Some of them started stories in school that she was damaged goods and they said nasty things about her.”
    Dad stopped and I flinched as he went into a coughing fit. I looked down, closing my eyes and trying to will it to stop. The coughing subsided and after he caught his breath, dad continued,
    “She did meet a really nice guy who was patient with her and after awhile, she decided to let him be her first, well first willingly,” he added disgustedly, it went okay and she was even enjoying it, until he grabbed her hands in his while she was lying there. He didn’t mean anything by it, but she went nuts and bit him.”
    “That’s tough,” I said quietly,
    “It was. After that, she…” he shrugged, “She started seeing women, had girlfriends all through college. I saw her in a coffee shop one day and asked her out. She said no, and I kept asking. I…” he shook his head sadly, “Anyway, no time for that story, point is, it took over a year before she would let me sleep with her, we went slow and easy and I was scared I would scare her, but everything worked out and after that,” he gave me a wink, “She made up for lost time, even before I got sick she would wear me out.”
    “Okay, enough about that.” I waved my hand at him.
    “Now she knows she is going to be alone again and she’s scared Jason. I’ve told her I want her to move on, but she says it’s too late, she won’t be able to trust another man.” He frowned as he went on, “For the last few weeks she’s started having nightmares about what happened to her. She’s afraid to be alone, but more afraid of men.”
    “She could go back to therapy,” I suggested, “Talk to someone.”
    “She says it won’t work, it didn’t before. She’s been with me over twenty years and she’s never going to find a man that she trusts would never hurt her.”
    “That’s not true, there’s a lot of….”
    “So I was pretty upset.” Dad began quietly. “I’m worried for her. I know you plan on helping out, but she needs to be with someone, truly be with someone. A couple of weeks ago I started thinking, do I know anyone? Who do I know that would be that good to her that she would trust?”
    He paused and put his hand to his mouth and waited, a moment later he started coughing again. I watched as he brought out his handkerchief and put it to his lips. When he was done, I caught the sight of blood on it, before he hurriedly put it away.
    “Dad, you want to talk later?” I asked,
    “No, this isn’t as easy as you think it is.” He told me. “Anyway, you broke up with Jen and Cynthia was going on and on about how stupid she was. Kept saying how sweet you were, how any woman would be happy to have you. She said young girls like Jen had no appreciation for a nice guy like you, she made a joke that you should look for an older woman.”
    For the first time dad looked me in the eye.
    “And that’s when it hit me. There is one man just like me,” he tapped my chest. “We raised you to be good to women, be attentive and sweet and Cynthia knows you would never hurt her. And the two of you already love each other.”
    “Not in that way.” I told him.
    “That line could be crossed very quickly.” Dad said, “Quicker than you think.”
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