."I set down the utensil I was using to help prepare dinner and hurried over to my sister. I gave her a big hug and squeezed her tight. She squeezed r...ght back."Oh, Sarah," I said. "You don't need to feel bad about that." I don't, that's the thing," she said. "I never felt bad about it. Even when you asked me just now about whether he crossed a line or not. It just never felt wrong. So I let him do it. I always blamed myself, that I helped make him that way."I looked right into her eyes.. Almost. But the strangest mood was everywhere. Women huddled together in groups. He could almost see daggers shoot out of their eyes at him whenever he made eye contact with one. Their icy stares clearly said, ‘Stay away from me if you value your life!’ Eddie made his way to his cubicle. Upon taking his seat, Pete leaned over the cubicle wall. ‘Hey Eddie! What’s going on with the bitches? I asked one for a blowjob a few minutes ago, and she damn near knocked my head off swinging her purse at. How the fuck had semen gotten in me when I was in bed with him and he had been asleep? Again, no choice. I told him I had just had sex. He was silent. He demanded to know what the hell I was talking about. How was this possible? As reluctant as I've ever been to tell anyone anything, I told him the truth. I had just minutes before caught our son masturbating on the family room sofa, and I climbed on and fucked him. It was his cum inside me. More silence. Deafening silence. His hand remained. A cunt is not a flower;It is not muchOf anything at all,But the metaphor,Once its sprouts its wings,Ascends to wheel and soar.An open mouthIs indecorousDuring intercourse,Even among acrobats,And dangerous besides.Sometimes a girlLooks like a boyWithout a penis.Breasts are so beautifulAnd cunts so hideousMen's feelings for womenAre ambiguous;That's why men preferAnal to vaginalIntercourseAnd shemales to females,If the truth is to be told.We dress the fleshAnd house itIn natural splendor,Lending.