His name was Derek.*** *** ***Five years later, Steele was celebrating his 26th Birthday. It was Monday, 27th May 2013.He sat on the toilet flicking t...rough a magazine. It was a weekly publication of slaves for auction, with their photos, details and price guides. He folded down the corner of the pages of those that interested him, to discuss with Carrie later.He glanced downwards. He was wearing just his white towelling robe, hanging open, and his favourite pair of old comfy slippers. His. The man was a pediatrician in the Chambersburg area; it was all right there in black and white. So mom must have met this doctor; they had a relationship and she’d gotten pregnant, not once but maybe twice. It sort of made sense; some of it. It made me sick too.Dad was just a high school graduate, a regular guy, a factory worker who’d pulled himself up by the bootstraps to be a manager. Mom had gone to school, earned her credentials, certainly she’d chummed around with doctors and other. I was speechless and mumbled or stutters something like "Fantastically... sexy."She then said as she had showed me her stockinged legs, it would only be neighbourly if I showed her mine! She said that when she came round for the coffee (which was a genuine request) she couldn't help but notice the bump under my trousers, where my suspender straps tugged at my stocking tops.I was very nervous; no one had ever seen me in my 'kit' before. She reassured me saying there was nothing to be frightened. “You were too soft with him, Carla. How often did I tell you not to spoil the boy like that? Now, look where it's gotten us. I should have known. I should have fucking known!”Tears rolled down Carla's face as she heard the accusation. “Charles, I... I—“ she tried, struggling for words.“The fuck are you looking for excuses, woman? You knew, didn't you? Lying bitch!”Despite how hurtful his words were, Carla heard an undertone of fear in his voice, the defensive fear of being cornered. She could.