Ok Dad, one last time... again.

After one year my parents got divorced my mother got a new job 3200 Km away from where were we lived. My father and I weren't very happy about it but we couldn't say my mother the real reason. The week before we left my mother let me stay at my father's, and because we knew that would be our last time, at least for a long time, we enjoyed every minute. Even when my mother was only 15 minutes away from picking me up at my Dad's he still took off my dress and we did it one last time...