"Adults have a way of expressing love, baby, do you understand what I mean?" My mother asked, her tone warm and loving.Surely she didn't mean what I t...ought she did?"...sex?" I asked, confused. My mother smiled and nodded, blinking slowly with her heavy eyelids. She trailed her hand through my hair slowly, gazing into my eyes."Would you like to have sex, baby?" She asked.My heart about leapt into my mouth and my balls about burst."Are you serious?" I asked."It's okay if you don't want to. I. ”“You mean just like Peter and Maria? Except she doesn’t have a fotze, I wonder what the Italian word for cunt is?” I asked.“Oh, Will you are bad,” she said, laughing. “Now, a fotze is a fotze in any language, I mean, I’m sure an Italian um, cunt would be the same as a German cunt.”“Or an Australian one,” I chimed in.“Or even an American one,” she said. “I guess you know all about those, or at least one of those.”“Hannah!” I exclaimed. “I haven’t, well ... Look, I’m not going to talk about what. Your cock now is completely hard again. You pull me off of you. "I just said clean it up nasty girl. I didn't say enjoy it or fuck yourself with it did I? You've disappointed me.? You say.I feel my heart shudder and contract in fear. In this place disappointing a client means discipline and punishment.You pick me up then and walk me over to an altar I had not previously noticed. It's very ornate, candles and saints are everywhere. The smoke of incense floods my nose when you light it, the. I’ll go kill the boy!’ ‘No uncle, please don’t! I took it to him, he didn’t bring it to me.’ I have been known for having a violent temper when things aren’t going my way. She knew I’d do it. I didn’t. As it turned out later, I should have. But sex aside, Robie had me wrapped around her little finger. Anything she wanted that I could afford, I got her ‘Teach me to drive,’ she begged. ‘You are too young. It isn’t legal,’ I said. ‘Please, please!’ she begged and she gave me the ‘wounded puppy’.