My mother looks at me and smiles. She then said to me, "I'm sure you don't want to get pregnant soon. I mean, you still have to finish your college ed...cation and have your career set, baby. I'll get you on the pill soon."It's quiet for about five seconds when my mother leans towards me and plants a kiss on my lips. She then starts to undress from her jeans, T-Shirt, undies, and bra. By the time I shake my head in disbelief, she's already fully undressed. Her pussy is shaved just like mine and. ” She turned to go.“It’s your choice.” I tried to make my voice sound like a cool movie villain. “Either do what I want for a few minutes, or flush your eighteen years of marriage down the drain.”She stopped but didn’t turn around.“Dad will probably get custody of Becca, don’t you think?”“One last time,” she said through gritted teeth, “then you delete those pictures and this ends.”I thought it over for a second. “Sure.”She faced me. Her jaw was tight. “You’ll get rid of them, and neither of us. “Um, thank you, Civia. I hope they didn’t put you up to that.”“Oh, no. They’ve talked about this class frequently, and not just on the bus when we were headed to one game or other.”“You were on the bus, too?”She nodded and said, “Yes. I’m an assistant for Coach.”“But you’re only in sixth grade.”“Yes, but if the school board had made a different decision, I might have been a player on the team.”Heather interrupted, saying, “Civia’s something of a phenom and may well be the best of us, despite. Another milestone in rejection and disappointment for me. Same father, eleven years later and I’m not getting out of bed for something it’d be better that I didn’t go to. He’s not understanding this…and he’s ripping the posters off of my walls. Fury is being reborn inside me and I’m out of my bed and screaming at him, and he’s slapping me. Inside my heart on this other plane I am sinking further and further into this montage of my past agonies. Sixteen now and on the telephone with a.