Icould feel that I had a blood filled pad between my legs but I wouldhave had that no matter what was done to me.For someone who 12 months ago didn't ...ave a uterus and would neverhave expected to, I was stunned by the devastation I felt at thethought of the loss of it.I could never have a child now if that was the case.I felt just as many women must at the thought of that outcome. Hollow.Empty. Sad.I still couldn't imagine being with anyone post Kevin, but myfertility was a separate thing to. In the meantime, I was just enjoying using my body to give pleasure to others and, it has to be said, to give pleasure to myself; I had never realised before what a high sex-drive I had, and now I could indulge that side of myself with a clear conscience and with strings-free enthusiasm.Shortly after my last assignation, with the oddball Mr Harris, I had occasion to visit Rosie, my “Madame”, the owner of the agency, to discuss some mundane bits and pieces, stuff that couldn't be done over the. It was weekend and we all planned that we will have fish today. My SIL took initiative and bought fish from the market and was cleaning the same in the backyard of the house. The washbasin is near the window facing the backyard. Everybody was having breakfast and I wanted to wash my hands and had gone to the washbasin. That’s when I saw it and froze. My SIL was sitting on a plastic stool on the cemented floor and cleaning the fish. She didn’t have her dupatta. As she was leaning forward and I. “Do you like?” Helen said, smiling knowingly at her son. She uncrossed and then recrossed her legs; making a show of smoothing out the tiny skirt she was wearing. “I’ve been waiting for you to get home.”“Did you, ah -” Jason swallowed - acutely aware of how uncomfortably tight the front of his pants felt. Even though he had intended to save himself for Emma, he was eyeing his mother hungrily - there was only so much self control he could be expected to have. Seeing his beautiful mother dressed.