The leather might stretch a bit, but not break.Steele went to the back room and located the trap door. He lifted it and let it drop onto the floor. Wo...den stairs led down to the lighted room. A television was on. Sounded like cartoons. He dropped to his hands and knees and peered inside. It was large and equipped with a kitchen and bathroom. Shelves of canned food and water filled one wall. Another wall had furniture and the television. A black girl huddled in the corner, her back to him,. You’d forgotten what it was like.”“And you agreed,” Mom continued. “On the same condition. That you’d get to do the same.”“That’s how it started.”“Yes. We touched each other. I was… very not myself, by then. Not thinking clearly. You were my son, my own child… but somehow that didn’t matter. It had been so long since I’d touched a young man’s… thing, so long since I’d even seen one. It just didn’t matter. I wanted to so bad. I started… saying things. Dirty things. You just smiled. Told me you. Christ, did she have to fingerfuck herself again? That did no good. A handjob only served to make her juicier, to make her crave the real thing all the more. But the collie was not around, and she couldn't think of a man that she might phone at that hour, to request a servicing.Carla had no steady boyfriends since her divorce. She preferred to play the field, enjoying a variety of bed partners, rather than to get involved with a single man. But at the moment, that was working against her. Where. "No dear. She should have told you that I am a lover of women. I have a wonderful partner that I love, but Flutter knows I would prefer the women who are going to be undressing in front of me are aware of my preferences." I'm not bothered." I answered. "I spent several years living among the Sisters of the Weeping Road. I've been the object of a few women's attention, good and bad."Shadow said it was fine, I said it was fine. I still heard her intake of breath when I dropped my cotton sweater.