She sits behind a table just like me. I think she is one of us. Her body has strange markings all over it, not sure if they’re tattoos, paint, or ju...t natural markings. Her hair looks like metal tipped feathers of various colors. Three thin slits on her head hold what looks like razor like blades. I can’t see her eyes, I want to see her eyes. She’s biting her lip with metal catlike teeth. Everything in the room other than her takes on a transparent state to me and I can see through the table in. I allowed my mind to wander over the events of the last eighteen years All of my life, at least until she ran away two months ago, I?ve lived with Lady Kathryn Rathcliffe in Hallenhope Manor, the home of Lord George Rathcliffe and his wife, Lady Edwina. I have no idea who my mother is but I suspect I am the bastard child of Lord Rathcliffe although no one will ever say and no one appears to have any idea of the identity of my mother. They christened me simply, Margaret Smith. Being only three. " You really seem to like it " "yes," I reply , it was wonderfully comfortable. "Mmm huh well, next time you might want to try using more fingers or anything else," she says with a smile. We remain long before we go up and take a quick shower that ends in a wonderful fuck .When I wake up late the next day I notice that Linn is not there but there is a note on her pillow, where she writes that she had to go in and work a few hours and that I'd got straight the rest of me . When I read her. Don’t take it seriously,” Mark said.Mom came out. As usual, she was looking sexy. That red lipstick made her look like a prostitute.“Can we start?” mom asked.“You are looking sexy, my bitch,” Mark said.“She’s my bitch too,” Joseph intervened.“I married her. She’s mine,” Mark said.“Ok stop. I’m still Siddarth’s wife. Don’t forget,” mom said.“Yeah, I know bitch. But in this room I have the advantage on you,” Mark said.“I said stop. Let’s get to work. Son, tell me how should I pose,” mom.