”……………………………………………………………………..The next day I had classes. Traci helped me dress in a nice skirt a...d blouse with some open flats to show off my lovely toenails. None of my instructors were people who I’d had classes with before, not that anyone would likely have remembered nerdy little me. When they called roll, and called me Joey, I had a stock response.“It’s spelled Joey, but pronounced Joy.” No one gave me a hard time about it – not the teachers and not the other students. I’d been in classes. Let's assume there's no problem with it. But what are we going to tell others? Your friends, my friends, neighbors. When they get to know about such a thing, they'll call me a slut who is fucking her own son. What are we going to do then?" Fuck them mom," I said. "We can be mother and son when we go out and lovers at home. Otherwise we can move to another state where no one knows us. Then we'll have full freedom to do anything. Besides, we are not living in a tribal society. This is modern. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock.I broke away. "Uh, Suzanne..." I pretended to have trouble getting my next few words out. "I'm... uh... not... you know, ready."Suzanne blinked, then looked down at my cock. "Oh..." Her expression clouded over for a minute. "Well, it'll be ready soon, won't it?" she asked, managing to avoid any sort of explicit description."Well, I don't know. I mean, usually it's ready by now. I don't know." I tried to look flustered."Oh... Well, let's give it a. It was dark outside and the train was stopped. I quickly scanned and the train was quiet. Everyone seemed to be asleep except for Karla, who was in the Dining Car, fixing herself a cup of coffee. I scanned the exterior of the train, but there was nothing there except some cows in a nearby pasture. It seemed we were in the middle of nowhere."Where are we," I asked Karla."Oh! Michael. It's you," she said. "You scared me. I didn't know anyone else was awake." Do you know where we are and why we're.