‘Rachel Wood.’ I just want him to shut up. I want him to stop talking. I don’t want him to say my name. It doesn’t sound right when he says i.... Rachel Would. ‘Yeah, that would be huge, I’m talking about big, and then I saw that spread and I knew it. I knew you’d work for me.’ I reach down and open his zipper. He unbuttons his pants and leans back in the seat. Just shut my mind down. ‘And then I saw you at that party and ideas were just exploding in my head.’ I’m not here. ‘Hey, be careful. Finally she withdrew it, both to my relief and disappointment. Part of me had wanted her to keep it there, and in fact to do so much more."Sorry," she giggled. "I didn't realize where I had my hand. I hope you weren't embarrassed." Maybe just a little," I admitted. "I guess I was more embarrassed for you." Why?" she asked. "It's not like it's the first one I've touched before." But I'm your father!" Yeah, I guess that makes it wrong," she sighed."Well, let's just forget it happened," I told. "Now what?" Mark asked expectantly."Now go home." The old man said. "When you get there just concentrate on what you would like to change and it will happen."Mark drove home to his one bedroom apartment. Being a shy twenty-five year old, he was always somewhat of a homebody and although he had an above average appearance, he never really thought of himself as attractive to the opposite sex. The whole way home he couldn't help but think of the ring and what he might be able to do with it. He. And that she did this regularly when she sent my dad over to 'look after' her. The worst bit though, was that during my sex session with Aunty Sue, I had actually called out my mum’s name and Aunty Sue had played on this and encouraged me to call out her name even more, and of course mum had heard every word. “I really must have that shower now, mum,” I said to her, trying to avoid the subject any further. She looked a bit disappointed that I hadn’t answered her question when she asked if I.