"How about a sweater?"Our Aunt Caroline had given me a sweater for my birthday, just a month before, and I pulled it out of my third drawer. Sharon ma...e a non-committal face, then told me to put it on. "No, not over your dress shirt. Idiot. Take that thing off and put your stupid knit shirt back on first. God."I turned my back on her and complied. Turning back around, she frowned. "Well, put on the jeans, and a pair of white socks, and you might be okay. Oh, and brush your hair and your teeth. “Can we start again please?” It took him by complete surprise. “This is not the real me.”Surprise, confusion, and then finally annoyance flickered across his face before he stood to his full 6’ 3” and shook his head, “Sorry, you had your chance. It’s time to go now.”“Five minutes, that’s all I ask. Five minutes for me to show you my true colours”, I was pleading now.He bent forward, arm outstretched to assist me out of the chair, “Sorry, no second chances, my time is valuable and I won’t have. The girl would enjoy it. Her body was built for sex, and even now her nipples hardened. Hope, like many troubled, young woman, had daddy issues. And the priest was very fatherly.“What are we doing, Father?” asked Hope as the priest stopped the van on the shoulder of a deserted stretch of road in the middle of nowhere, Colorado.Jezebel reached out and placed her hand on Father Augustine's then moved it to Hope's bare thigh. The priest squeezed her flesh and swallowed. Hope trembled and lowered. In that way I got to know his mom as "Miss Betty". She was always friendly, bordering on flirtacious, and sexier than the typical mom: probably because she was divorced and active on the dating scene. She always quizzed me on Mike's study habits and partying schedule. Despite her good looks and sexy manner, I never thought of Miss Betty as anything but my roommie's mom. Nothing close to inappropriate ever transpired between us while Mike was at school.About a year after Mike left school, in.