"I wasn't talking about fear of limited ownership. I'm talking about the fear of confiscation, which is prevalent."
As I pushed the recliner down, I reached for my shorts, and slid them up. I stood up walking into the kitchen for a glass of water before I went to bed.
I got my glass and my dad poured the water into our glasses. He was making jokes about the situation he walked in on. I followed him upstairs, talking about the baseball game, as I got into my room, I started to think about what happen.
I didn't know what to do, or who to talk to about what happen to me. As I drifted off to sleep, I could hear my parents going at it. Next day, the alarm clock went off at 6am. I wanted to be up before my mother. I got out of bed and I grabbed a towel and new boxers, as I went to take a shower.
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