‘Pearl’ was the perfect name for her new car. As we sped along I began thinking about the time I had replaced the transmission in Garnet’s Crown...Victoria right in her garage when she first moved into her new house. Tom and David had bought the house for her and for the first time in her life Garnet had a ‘real’ house with an actual heated garage. The house was on a thirty year mortgage but it was a beautiful little house and just right for Garnet. It was a small and modest track home in a blue. One of the men pointed a gun at her. "Strip slut."Sharon looked at the three men, then at the gun, she realised her options where limited. She removed her university polo shirt, her pride and joy, then slowly unbuttoned her jeans sliding them down her slightly round, but long legs. She had always been self-concious when it came to her weight, despite people saying she was curvy rather than big."All of your fucking clothes," the man with the gun said, firing a shot into the air. Sharon. My face fell and I stared there a moment, worse than the way the students stared at my rack. He wasn't lying, and now I'd humiliated both of us in front of the class. I'd lost control of them now, and their peels of laughter echoed off the walls. I stood, red faced, and abruptly flung my arm to point at the track. “ALL OF YOU START RUNNING SOME FUCKING LAPS! IF ANY ONE OF YOU STOPS BEFORE WE GET BACK I'LL PUT YOUR NUTS IN A BLENDER AND MAKE YOU DRINK THEM!” Then I tugged the. In respect of that its understandable to me that mum never seriously dated any other man since my father’s death. During my high school time my mum always supported me in all questions of life. She was my address for questions about school stuff but also about friendships, girls and sex. Since dad had died I think I became some substitute for mumEarly I realized that she was different to most of my friend’s mums. Those who lived in relationships or were married treaded their children in a more.