It didn't deter me however. It was a compunction, I had to feel the thrill. I knew that it was so risky and that she could be telling other people abo...t my weirdness, even her parents. I didn't care. This time I just stood in my room, complete nude with my hard on and my hard body and pretended to be looking in my school bag, which I placed on my bed. She could see everything. I caught a glimpse of her bike wheel and I turned away and rummaged in my bag. It was dark outside, but a street light,. I was going to college regularly and one fine day when coming back to home I had a lot of sweat in my body so thought of taking a bath and entered the bathroom, after removing my dress there I saw my trimmer in the stand. It was not right that my trimmer shouldn’t be there, and I thought only mom could have used it and left that matter away. And after few weeks saw the trimmer again, this time my devil mind started to think what mom had done with this, I started to imagine that mom shaving her. Perfect, eh? He thought, tugging her legs apart and playing a merry beat upon her cheeks. ‘Do you *have* to molest me *every* time I bend over?’ finally finding the baby-blue carton with ‘Scarlet’ emblazoned on it. Scarlet–their ad campaign ran ‘It’s not the look. It’s not the name. It’s the taste.’ She kicked lightly back catching him at the shoulder. Curling against herself, she delicately pulled a white tube out of the carton. Pressing it between her lips, the flame flickered out of her. Her shoulders sagged and she sat down heavily on the chair beside the bedroom door. She set the book bag she’d been carrying in one hand down beside the chair as she sat, then buried her face in her hands, starting to sob.Veronica and I just lay and sat there on the bed, watching her.“Oh,… oh…,” Cindy managed to blubber out after a while. “You… you’re right, Jerry. I’ve… I neglected you. Your… your needs,” She looked up at me with tear-stained eyes, her mascara running, making dark.