Half a year ago, I suddenly received a kiss from my drunken stepfather. He might remember it—or he might not. But I could never forget that single moment. Today, returning home to my stepfather's house for the first time in six months, my husband left early in the morning, leaving me completely alone with my stepfather. Feeling awkward, I was startled when he suddenly whispered, "I want to kiss you..." My heart pounded violently at his words. Then, once again, his hot, wet kiss invaded my body. That warmth and intensity shook my soul, as if awakening memories from the past.