The first few days after coming back from the Bahamas (Well, except for the first day...) mom and I tried our best to be extra careful. We still had s*x at home when dad was at work, but nothing adventurous comparing to what we did before.
Three days later I noticed that my checking account was almost empty.
It was around 2 pm. I drove to the branch of Chase that dad was working in, hoping to arrange the switch from my savings to checking and then see him at his work.
I didn't see dad at the boardroom or conference room, so I assumed that he was in his office.
I entered the secretary's office and reintroduces myself (Last time I visited this branch was years ago) and asked her if I could talk to my dad.
"Oh, I am sorry. He is in the conference room presenting the investment plans for
