She gets out of a car and comes to me, yells at me, provoke me.– Hit me !– No. I don't hit women.– Hit me, you can't hurt me !– No !– Are y...u afraid ? Do you think I would break ?– Yes! And that's why I won't do it! Are you mad ?She spits on me, pushes me. Now I get mad. Maybe I hit her, or she runs into me but in any case she is tough and doesn't flinch. She is still looking me straight in the eyes, with a smile.– See? I didn't cry!There is that fierce tone in her voice. She comes closer to. It's not right."Quickly easing my free hand, I slipped it under Mom's short dress until it was against her mound and replied, "Nobody has to know."Mom sighed as her eyes closed and her head tilted back. Then as I pressed my hand firmly across her mound, I heard Mom mumble lustfully, "Oh my god..."With Mom's head still leaning back, I lightly pecked her neck, and her legs split wider, giving my hand more access to her hidden sacred spot. I could feel the heat building between her legs and. I didn’t know why, I hardly knew you and you were an asshole to all our friends but fuck, I loved that naughty side I could see shining through your beautiful eyes. We got closer and closer and by midnight we were sitting in the corner away from our friends. You whispered sweet nothings into my ear, wooing me into a sense of security. I liked you, your way with words bewitched me. You talked of your friends, family and life, making me feel secure, and I talked about things I’d never talked of. ”He knew I wasn’t bluffing. Knew that I’d never forget. I could see that understanding as clear as his hate.I pulled a set of clothes and a bar of soap from my pack, then unlocked the handcuff for the first time since I put it on him, looking at the torn skin underneath. It would heal – but he’d always have those scars.“Get cleaned up and get dressed. We’ll go get something to eat and get you settled into your new home. We have an abandoned hotel. Even has heating.”He nodded, an undying hatred.