This is a real story which contains sexual features in it and therefore I kindly request that I will not be responsible for any miss happening. If u l...kes the story u can mail me on or My name is Timmy. I am now eighteen but my story begins 12 years ago. My mother Wanda was a single mom who had little money and an urge to party. She didn’t like being tied down and being a mother. I, of course, thought the world of her because I didn’t know she was uninterested in me. One day when I was six. "Can you remember what happened?" Not really. I remember being up the tree but nothing after that."She nodded. She did not know whether to try and tell him from the third hand information she had and decided against it."The important thing is that you're alive and not permanently damaged." It's still a bore but thank you for coming to see me. I gather Barbara told you." Yes, bless her heart." What about the children?"She started to tell him about the arrangements she had made but half way. In truth, I scared you. I was the type of beauty that burned, like holding an ember while trying not wince. It frustrated you that I did not turn into a whimpering pool at your feet. To your surprise there was something about me that overrode your frustration and gave you the sing of an adrenaline kick, like that nervous yet excited feeling one gets when looking over the edge of a tall building. For a fleeting moment the sick desire that you want to jump takes over before fear slams reality. Can you remember that? Go in and write it down." She waved to Laura as she walked to Joy's driveway and got into the sporty dark blue Pontiac that was parked there. Her brother's car. She started it up and waved again to Laura as she drove off.Laura sighed and returned to her condo, glumly locking the door behind her, trying to be philosophical. I guess I expected her to be more interested, she thought. After what Joy must've told her. Do you suppose she didn't tell her? I mean tell her.