" Big talk asshole," the man replied with a sneer on his face, "but I'm not worried. If you take another step towards us, I'll cut the slut's neck and...spill her bright red blood and then we'll do the same to you and your friends." You'll do no such thing," I shouted back at him, "because the moment your blade draws blood, I'll be on you and your pals and when I'm done with you, you'll be nothing but fish bait. Now put down the knife and we can talk." No fucking way asshole," spat back the man. . or... or your mother... ?"That stopped me cold and I pulled my mouth from those saliva covered breasts to look up into the sweaty wild-eyed face of my grandmother. The earlier shame came to me again and my fingers slipped from that heated grotto half forgotten. How had she known - was it that obvious?"I will be here for you any time you wish David - I promise you that. But who do you want to be your first, me or your mother?" By the sound of her voice, we both knew the answer. "My father, he. She kept her eyes closed and tried to repress the feelings of indignity and shame that she felt. A thirty-two-year-old married woman had allowed herself to be blackmailed and extorted by a sixteen-year-old schoolboy. Her brother no less!But deep in her subconscious, down in the dark place where she seldom ever went; down in the place where she had discovered the warped psyche that had made her reach into the drawer and take out her mother's vibrator, vague feelings began to stir. Jennifer felt. Even though we used to touch each other it was just friendship. She knew I used to stare at girls and she would tease me with that. She had a huge crush on one of the seniors but soon she realized that he was committed already, from that day she lost interest in love .By the starting of second year we were really best friends and we could share anything, she told me that she was virgin and never had anything other than a kiss. I even got close to her relatives, she was staying with her aunt and.