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Darly Vasquez knew her husband’s father had always looked down on Brad—and on her. When Hal Vasquez visits for three weeks, his leers stir something uneasy and curious in her. One afternoon, wearing nothing under a tight top, she settles onto Hal’s lap at Brad’s urging, his hands hidden beneath the table as she talks to her husband in a voice that goes breathy and wrong, her hips moving on their own.