As I sat there at the kitchen table I heard him get up and go to the bathroom. After the toilet flushed I heard him coming down the stairs. Now was...the moment I dreaded, to have to look him in the face and say what we had done was not right and was not to be repeated, and was never to be talked about with another soul. Would he obey me now that we had passed a threshold of intimacy that mothers and sons were forbidden to do? Would he want more of incestuous sex? Would he look into my eyes. After the first couple of times he forced me to make him ejaculate, I convinced myself that it didn’t happen. I chose to bury it, put it out of my mind, and never say a word.“It was the everyday, constant darkness of being fence in with no place to go that was the most difficult. It was the feeling of living a meaningless life, and knowing your body, mind, and soul were being used and debased by someone who I thought I could trust. It was a feeling of being defenseless, helpless, hopeless.“I. Two strapping mamluks guarded this portal, but the caliph waved them aside simply by saying, “I am Haroun al-Rashid, let me through.” The interior corridor was all of marble set with lapis lazuli tiles, and burning censers lined the walls, emitting sweet-smelling smoke. Arram couldn’t believe he was really in the palace, and his amazement grew when they came to the next room: Here was a chamber that seemed to be made of silks, with curtains and cushions and rugs and couches and beds and divans. "If I told you whathe did to poor Cinderella-" Honey, we promised to keep that a secret after what you did to SnowWhite and those Seven Whack Jobs last year."The adults had now moved down and locked manacles on her ankles. Papabear lifted the back of her denim skirt, pulling down her panties. "Nowwhat do we have here?" He played with what had been revealed. "Just ourkind of little girl." He began nuzzling her bottom, licking it with hislong wet tongue. Now Golden-locks had always been partial.