" You really are a twisted sick little shit." It's your fault mummy, you're always showing off your stockinged legs and crossing your legs showing you... stocking tops and bending over in front of me trying to turn me on." I can wear what the hell I like. Don't blame me for your weird obsession!" Mum i want to fuck you so badly. I think about your legs every night when I'm alone in bed. Can't you see im so desperate mum you gotta help me out." There is no way in the world you're ever gonna fuck. “Catherine, this is insane. I can’t do that. You’re not thinking clearly.”“Yes, I am. I see how you look at me. I know you’re attracted to me. And I can’t continue to work with you knowing that you have this knowledge always hanging over me. This is the only way.”I stood there, with my mouth open. There was a logic to her argument. It was mutually assured destruction. We would be locked into a compact of silence. “Well, let’s get to it,” she said. She moved to me and began to unbutton. Mum made us a sandwich while I ran back and forth to the car to get our cases; we would be here for the week and brought more clothes with this time than normal. What we hadn't noticed yet was the missing window in my nan's or this time my bedroom, the storm had sent a tree branch through the window and there was glass everywhere and the carpet and bed was drenched.I use the excuse of getting bigger so I would sleep on the settee but she wouldn't hear of it and I though ok one night shouldn't. What is going on? This must be some kind ofa bad dream.The woman said, "You've been given a new identity for the witnessprotection program. My name is Teri and I'm going to be your mentor forthe next six months until you get settled." I thought they were just going to give me some plastic surgery on myface. Not turn me into a fuckin' woman."Did they cut off my cock and balls too? He wondered suddenly as hepushed his hand beneath the sheet. He felt the downy fluff of pubic hairjust before his.