“Hey, shall we stop for lunch on the way home? I know that you use to like the place near the mall.”“Oh, I’m starved” said my daughter. “I...��d love to eat something.”They drove to the restaurant and took a circular booth in rear of the place. In spite of my daughter’s age, the three of them enjoyed a few margaritas, presumable to remove some of my daughter’s anticipated inhibitions. There was laughter, touching and quite of bit of sexual innuendos during the lunchtime conversation. After lunch,. As they petted and caressed me, my anger turned into passion and I knew they were right. I needed revenge. What started out as comforting touching soon turned into sexual stroking and petting, and I felt no guilt as the kissing and caressing grew more ardent. Hands were undoing the buttons on my dress and touching me in places I normally would not allow, but this seemed different somehow. My need for retribution was overpowering my better judgment and I lay back on the bed and allowed male. She reached for the mouthwash, and gargled for a full minute. Then she brushed her teeth. Terrible, she thought, Disgusting  that he should want her to do that. And then she laughed at her reflection in the mirror, pointed at her image with a mouth still full of toothpaste and said, ‘Disgusting? Then why did you do it?’ The answer came back to her in an instant. Because you damn well wanted nothing more than to take his Henry and cram it down your slutty throat, that’s why. She rinsed her. Thodi der baad woh chale gaye. Dopahar ko main aur mami soobe pe baithe the. Main mami ke paas chala gaya, aur apne lips uske hothon pe rakh ke use chumne laga. Par mami respond nahi kar rahi thi. Uska mood nahi tha. Phir main tv dekhne laga.Mami: tere woh dost kaun the?Main: mere school friends hai.Mami: dono bhi handsome hai bahut, aur fit bhi.Ab mujhe thoda doubt hone laga.Main: to phir kya?Mami waha se chali gayi.Raat ko jab me bedroom me mami ke kapde utar ne laga, tab bhi woh dusre khayal.