I remember my eyes blurred and then I blocked out. I woke up and staggered to my feet and tripped over my pants. They had fallen down around my ankle..., looking down I felt my head spin, like I was drunk. My eyes tried to focus around me. I stepped out of my pants feeling off balance and walked into my bedroom. I leaned on the dresser and l couldn’t believe what I saw. I blue eyed blonde teenager was in my mirror, wearing my shirt and tie. I looked at my arms, they were hidden under the. "Is this okay?" she asked in a bitter tone.Adam smiled to himself. "Push them down to your knees," he answered. "We wouldn't want them getting in the way, would we?"Without answering, she did as instructed, before bending over and resting her forearms on the desk. As she braced herself for the inevitable, she was flooded with emotions. Anger at her stepson for doing this to her. Anger at herself for getting caught. Fear of the pain he was about to inflict on her. Humiliation for the degrading. I pushed into her mouth and she placed a hand on the front of my hip but let me continue adding a small push each time she completed a downward stroke.“Can you wear the same white blouse and short black skirt you did the other day? ... Yes? Good, but don’t wear a bra ... Nobody will see you, you’re coming right over aren’t you? ... When? ... As soon as we get off the phone ... Ok, but wait. Wear those black panties ... I know, I’ve got them. It’s a good thing I found them before Mom or Dad did. Battling for supremacy in her mind were the twin thoughts of her own embarrassment and Kendra's exposure, in close-up, and right before her eyes. It was going to be the first time she'd seen someone else at close range, male or female, and the idea made her mouth dry. Skewering pasta and broccoli onto her fork and lifting it to her mouth, she hoped the sauce would help. It was hard to breathe and eat at the same time.An expectant silence fell over the table while Kendra ate. Chelsea mouthed the.