That filthy perverted act with her own boy. She'd loved it... some unknown secret part of herself had relished and loved every depraved minute of it. ...he waves of pleasure had roared through her body like a tidal flood. And it had been her son who had taken her to such heights... her son! For the first time in her life she'd known why Lester had nagged her so tiresomely about sex all the time. This was what he felt... or very like it... and he'd felt it over and over and over. But it had been. "Too fuckin' crazy for me," she mumbled. Returning to the photos, she tore the Ethel's in half, then lifted out one of Jellybean. Jughead's little sister. She was only two, but she loved Jug so much. He was "big brudder", always able to fix things. Ronnie smiled. Of course, Jellybean wasn't her real name. Her real name was...was... Ronnie seemed confused. She thought hard, contorting her face with effort. Her name was...was... She didn't know. She couldn't remember. She couldn't remember her. Just look at Kuno.} Just the thought of his name, and her old reactions wanted to imprint themselves on her new, smaller, tighter, hotter, wetter...The twitching caused a taut leg to twitch, and skip again, sending her foot towards the brink of one of those springs. She bent down to physically restrain it-only to get a backache! She made the back arch, and she waddled on. {Kuno and his SAMURAI, grand-standing stunt!!} she cursed! {It's because of HIM I started having feels like this!} Her mood. I was thinking to myself all night long: “What is your problem? I must be going crazy”. He would play with me all the time and find little ways to touch me, whether it was poking me in my belly, stroking my arm when we was standing next to me, or rubbing my back when walking pass. This is how he changed me: he’s my first cousin, so I could not be open about how much I wanted him, and I could not open up to anyone about my feelings for him. I wanted him so badly, maybe even more.