I was taking four classes that semester and I was becominga solid B student. I was still confused by what my life had become andthe first day back to ...lasses felt strange.After my daily classes I headed home and as I went upstairs I saw myStepmother standing there in my bedroom and she wanted to talk to meagain, she said, "At work today after lunch I had some spare time to usethe internet so I messaged my old university Psychology professor Dr.Lindsay Korman on Friendbook, and I told her about. All the stories you've heard about Shannon putting out were from Roger. Consider the source, Tony, consider the source!"He held up his hands. "Chill!" He looked at me for a second. "You're different, since you and Marsha. Way different." You bet," I told him."But you've been in Shannon's pants. I know." No you don't," I said firmly."Look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong."I looked him in the eye. "Tony, the first time Shannon and I went out we kissed, I touched her breasts. Second time, I got. I ran a brush through the wig to style it a little bit. Then I slipped on a silver bracelet on each arm, a long silver chain around my neck, a silver choker necklace, two big clip-on hoop earrings and a silver anklet around my left ankle. Next I slipped on my black high heel pumps. I decided to pass on nail polish, as it would have taken me forever after the make up marathon. Lastly I applied a healthy amount of fire engine red lipstick, sprayed some perfume around the back of my neck and the. All he said was ‘Happy Birthday’ and then led him back to the master bedroom. His Mom was there, her hands and feet tied to the bed. Another cunt was there, too. Some bitch he’d never seen before.“This is it, boy,” his Pops had said. “Time for you to become a real man.”His Dad had him strip naked then told him to put his hard cock in his Mom’s mouth. Leo had balked at first.This was his Momma. This wasn’t right.His Pops had straightened him out, though. His Momma was a fucking woman. A cunt, a.