My new story relates when my dad came to help me in the garden; I am useless with flowers. It was a hot day, so I wasn't wearing much, and Dad was following me around as I knelt pulling up weeds. When it started to rain, I tried to run to the house but slipped over and fell on my back, my skirt up. Dad rushed over to help, but he too slipped and fell onto me, and I was sure that wasn't a garden tool I could feel in my groin.