A large car following too closely behind was unable to stop or he might have survived. It appeared that he'd hit a sharp fragment of broken glass. Lor...ine, my mother, was devastated but the need to care for me meant that she didn't just sink into depression; instead seeking solace in a small local church.Much later, I was exploring the loft and found boxes of stuff. Motorbike gear, thermal underclothes ... and letters ... and photographs. My mother, standing next to a tall man wearing leathers,. “Sorry, I had to take pictures of my fantastic handiwork. This is just in case I start bragging to my girlfriends at work on how I dominate you. They love to see these types of pictures, as you well know.”Yes I do know. She’s done it before, and I’m always humiliated the next time I see her friends. They point at me and then laugh. They really get a kick out of it. I try not to turn red, but I always do.Rachel left the room once again, but this time came back with MY cell phone, and took some. "Did it bother you to have my cock up your ass?" Billy asked. "Did youthink you were passive, being used?" I thought it might, but it didn't." I said. "Oddly, I felt more masculine,rather than feminine or passive. All that active, passive shit may be justthat." It seems to me like it's more of a partnership with a man than a woman."Billy said. "Like you are working together to get each other off. I almostnever felt that way with a woman." I have the same feeling." I said. "But without your. As she followed him onto the seemingly empty landing at the top of the stairs, he’d turned on her. “You know,” he slurred, “it’s you who should leave. How’m I ‘sposed to score a quick fuck with you ‘round?” He lurched back toward the entry. “You go home. I’m goin’ back in.” She swallowed the sting. “You don’t mean that, Adam. You’re just drunk. Let’s just go home,” she coaxed. She reached out and touched his arm as he passed her. He shoved at her, causing her to overbalance and she felt her.