He was using my careless transgressions to hopefully get what he wanted; what he’d dreamt about.Somehow, in one night, I had gone from molesting my ...on’s under aged friend to ... to what?“Jesus Brian. That’s incest...” I mumbled, the words sticking in my throat. “There has to be another way.”“I don’t know Mom. I think Dad killing us all is a pretty good deterrent.”“You could just promise me you won’t say anything.”“Well yeah, I suppose.” My son said to me with a sinister smirk on his lips. “But. Fue lo que pensé de la santurrona de mi amiga.Hace unos días me visitó un primo con quien de niños tuvimos una aventurita, y sin muchos rodeos me invito a salir, cita durante la cual me insinuó que pasáramos la noche juntos, que estaba interesado en tener una relación seria conmigo. "No soy de ese tipo de persona" le respondí, "no me acuesto con quien me pretende en la primera cita". Quedamos algo disgustados y pedí un UBER que me llevara a la casa. No habían pasado dos kilómetros de recorrido. Her thoughts went back six months when she’d read that story online about the planned abduction and how it had excited her on more than a physical level. She spent the next several days wondering if that was really possible, could it really happen. Then she started poking around online and found what she was looking for. There were ads for fantasy fulfillment all over the place. She narrowed it down to ones that were local and didn’t seem as shady as most. She created new, throwaway email. I would be back in an hour and if you agree then leave aunty here. I would transfer the money in your account.)After one hour, when I enter my apartment society, I saw lights were on in my flat. I knew their decision. I went back and got some vodka and went to my place. I knocked even though I had a doorbell. The door opens and there she was in her saree. Aunty was crying. I get in and go to kitchen. I ask her to make something to eat for her and me. She goes to the kitchen and I go to freshen.