“Let’s not open that can of worms,” said Amy.“Of course. Didn’t mean to pry. I’ll go get some things for you to try on.”When she left, I...put my arms down and slumped down on a bench. I burst into tears.“Why am I like this?” I sobbed.“Aww honey,” Amy said. She sat down beside me and hugged me and stroked my head. “I love the way you are. Sure, it’s pretty clear that Mother Nature was on acid when she made you, but I wouldn’t have you any other way. Neither would that mall cop we passed on the. Dad pulled her aside to talk to her.“Tiff, if he ever mistreats you, just say the word and your brother and I’ll be back here like white on rice. However, your mother and I would love to come back here for a wedding, or another grandchild.”“Daddy, if he mistreats me, I can take care of myself. There will be another grandchild in about eight months.”I asked, “What species will it be, Tiff?”I couldn’t resist!She laughed and said, “Touché little brother, your little one will have a niece or nephew. It wasn’t until I spotted the boxes in the hallway that I remembered I was in my new house. I threw my head down heavily on the sofa and sighed. Thoughts of Dan, his cheeky smile, the mischievous gleam in his eye, all flooded my mind. I shook my head in a physical attempt to clear him from my head, but it wasn’t any use. My stomach was all aflutter, and if it weren’t for the pounding addicts headache that told me otherwise, I would have been able to go with out my coffee, I was just that filled. Why? He prompted her. Because they want validation. I could hear the denial in her voice giving way to the self realization that part of her was this primal sexual animal. He smiled. I know you do. And I enjoy giving it to you. All men do. Youre just being a prick! Maybe I want respect too… Her words trailed off, hollow. But you like being a slut here. You said so. He didnt seem phased in the slightest. Its a way of owning me. I can fuck other men IF I can get them to fuck me despite this.