I dyed my hair jet black and had piercings in my ears, nose, nipples and clit.“Aren’t you Sean Holder, the guy who wrote that book about raping yo...r sister?”“No, I’m not him, but everyone tells me that I look like him!” he said sounding like he had said that many times before. He also sounded like he was much less aggressive than during the time I became his slut.“Well,” I said, “I got his book and read it. He sure was a prick if he really treated all women like he treated his own sister.”Sean. She nodded and followed me around the corner. I was pleased to see the room was empty and we took a table in the very back corner. ‘So, how have you been?’ she asked. ‘Pretty shitty, actually. But tonight is improving.’ ‘Because of me or the beer?’ she asked with a teasing grin. ‘Obviously the beer,’ I replied while taking a sip. ‘I see,’ she said as she started taking off her coat. The dress she was wearing underneath was very low cut and I had a hard time tearing my eyes away. ‘My eyes are up. Every muscle froze up and felt unbelievably sore. "Oh shit." A.J. cried, dropping to his knees. Then suddenly, the cramping stopped. All of the pain vanished as quickly as it had come and A.J. unsteadily got back to his feet. He shook his head, still feeling rather strange though he couldn't place exactly why. After glancing at his bedroom door one more time, A.J. pushed his way inside. "WHAT THE HELL??" A.J. gasped as he frantically glanced around the room, his eyes nearly ready to pop right. I swallowed hard as I also realized that her doing this seemed like a move, as if she was trying to get me to look. Don't get carried away, I told myself I'm the one with the sick fantasy not her, she's just a bit drunk and not worried about her son gawking at her.All this went through my mind in the few seconds it took her to take the bracelet off and toss it on the coffee table. I quickly looked back down to her foot in my hands. Mom put her leg back into my lap as she did her foot pushed.