’ But I took it as ‘you’ do something,’ and pulled her towards me.“Oh, what are you doing?” mom asked. She was a bit shocked, of course.�...You asked me to do something, and I’m doing it,” I said and kissed her lips. She reciprocated but for only one time and broke the kiss.“Honey, this is wrong,” mom said but still had her arms on me and didn’t get away from me a bit.“It’s not. You need this, and I need this too. Let’s help each other out,” I said and gave a peck on her lips.I could tell from her. Her sister Mary Beth was three years older and away at band camp, and her brothers were off at Boy Scout camp at the time.One night while her grandparents were out of the house playing bingo, her Uncle Dave, who was 23 at the time and still living at home, slipped into the bedroom where she was staying and tried to rape her.Actually, he only managed to kiss her, pull her pants down, fondle her and expose himself, before she managed to fight him off with a well-placed kick to the crotch. As her. Come on in. Just give me a second," I said. She went and sat on the edge of the bed while I slipped back into the bathroom and put on a clean pair of silk boxers. Good enough, I decided. It left a great deal of my body-builder's physique exposed, but to hell with propriety. Wait, my what physique? I was a tenured professor who kept better care of himself than most academics, but I did not have the kind of muscle definition that would allow a picture of me to serve in place of those diagrams in. " Is that what she did to you?" asked Vickie beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable."Tried to. She got a friend of mine fired and blackballed from Wall street for trying to repay one of her favors."A slight shiver ran up Vickie's spine."She's been very nice to me." Just watch yourself Vickie. You're a very sweet girl. Don't let her get you in her debt, because before long, she'll be asking you to sell yourself out to repay her."Too late for that, thought Vickie.He looked at Vickie for a long.