I'd been set up good.Hank, the little-prick lawyer from Cleveland, had gotten nabbed on a money-laundering scheme and started singing about everyone a...d everything he knew to save his scrawny butt. At the same time, Nikki's parents had become suspicious about the startling change that had come over their daughter the past few months, and they'd hired a PI to follow her. While the private dick figured out early what we were up to, he hadn't been able to get any hard evidence until the previous. This made me nervous as hell, recalling the shouting I had received after the accident when I was only ten. Now I was 16 and I was well aware of the position I was in.I started to think about my mother for the first time in earnest as an object of sexual desire. I slowly reached my left arm over my mother and cuddled her close to me, moving my penis a little between her rear. As luck would have it my mother also moved a little, this had the combined effect, though I didn’t really know it of. I wish someone had been this honest with me when I moved in.”Laurie snapped her empty suitcase shut. “I’ll bet,” she said. Then she smiled, hoping it would take the sting out of it. She wondered where all this was leading. Some neighbor boys popping out of her closet with sheets on in the middle of the night, maybe? Whatever it was, she’d stick it through. Because I can handle this, she told herself again. Whatever happens, I can handle it.They chatted for a few more minutes, Helen apologized. " Mom, I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused you."She started to sniffle into the phone. Whether it was an act for theFBI, or genuine, even I couldn't be sure. "I'm just glad you're aliveand well. Are you going to be there long?"Perfect setup. "I'm afraid so, Mom. I just got back from Paris, but Iwas looking over my shoulder the whole time. Between Interpol and thewhite slave traders, I've got to watch my step." What do you mean?" I don't think the feds bought my fake suicide, so I'm.