Stuff like that. I admit it got me excited. I was actually thinking about you fucking me when your dad was stuffing his cock in my pussy.”“Damn,...mom,” Brian said, “you are one kinky slut, aren’t you? Imagine as nice soccer mom like you thinking about fucking her own son. What would your friends think? Actually, come to think of it, what are they going to think? If you don’t really care about hiding our relationship, how is that going to go? Aren’t you worried about that?”“I’m not going. She had never been inside a motel room before. It was neat! The two beds looked so big! She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. She walked over and peered into the tiny bathroom. It smelled so ... sterile! She undid her skirt and stepped out of it, tossed it onto one of the beds. She opened and closed all the desk drawers, and squealed with delight when she pulled out a postcard with a picture of the motel on it. She carefully laid it on top of her discarded skirt. She pushed her panties. Unfortunately the early days of the current epidemic have mirrored theearly days of the AIDS epidemic. As with those who were HIV-positiveback then, so those who tested positive for HGV were shunned and evenattacked. Unlike HIV, HGV didn't develop into something that could killyou, but being airborne it was a lot more infectious. There were callsin every country to quarantine all who was HGV-positive, but this wouldhave involved the mass testing of entire populations and so was nevergoing to be. “Molly, with our history, what happened shouldn’t have happened.”“It’s been a year.” she defended herself, noticeably getting less articulate.“You’re not the type to turn on a dime like that. Just because you had a bad breakup, that shouldn’t mean ... like, no offense, but all this happened way too quickly.” Molly didn’t respond, and just let her head hang. Something clicked with me. “Are you drunk?“No!” Molly replied violently.I stared into her eyes. They weren’t open all the way, and she had.