Mom rarely ever made it home before 11:00pm on any given day, so hearing the door open behind me sent a shiver down my spine. There I was, on my knees...giving my step-daddy a body shaking blow-job. He was leaned back in his lazy boy gripping a handful of my hair, moaning loudly. I snapped my head back, still holding his cock as I saw my mother standing at the door. We both jumped up, quickly trying to find our clothes. "Oh my god," she said, as the look of shock plagued her face for a moment,. "I decided she was right; I'd need to be careful. This was going to be my first exposure to a large group of people that weren't family.I started scanning to see who was here."There seems to be a lot of people I don't know on board," I told Catherine. "Let me check around the train."I was amazed, and a little overwhelmed. I don't know how many people there were in Newark in 1971. But it seemed like everyone in the world was in range. In addition to my family on the train, there were tons of. Nobody had seen Dog since he had checked on Riley that day. I slowly healed, and things started to get back to some semblance of normal around me. I had another problem though. One that was driving Riley crazy. I had suddenly become impotent. Well, that's not quite accurate... I would get hard as a rock, but when I'd try to get inside Riley, somewhere in there I 'd go soft.I know it was hurting her... and I know that the trauma I'd gone through was somehow connected to it. Try as I might. Her work day would normally be from 1:00pm to 6 or 7:00pm after she got use to the routine, but that during the first few weeks she would be home later until she got use to the job. I agreed, as the pay was good for 5 or 6 hours work, but the work schedule stunk. She agreed, but said the boss's assistant was leaving in a few months and she could bid for the position, if she was interested.Shortly after she started her job, she became more sexually dominate with me. She would have me eat her.