I busted open a bag of chips, some dip, two magazines from my stash, and a box of tissues. Then I plugged in my favorite movie: “Taboo 2.” It’s ...bout a guy who’s trying to have sex with his sister. By the end, everyone in their family has pretty much fucked everyone else. It’s a classic of early 80’s smut. I sprawled out on the rec room couch and unzipped my fly or easy access and began to absorb the movie. I wasn’t in any hurry since, as far as I knew, the house would be empty all night. I. She was older than he, maybe mid thirties, and solidly built. She said her name was Catalina and she was from Provence in Southern France. She'd adopted a Spanish name for 'revolutionary purposes, ' whatever that meant. 'Oz' didn't care enough to ask.'Oz' wondered if she ever had a day off, because her conversation was almost exclusively about revolutionary political theory. He thought she must have swallowed Feodor Bakhunin's 'Anarchist Manifesto' because she could quote it chapter and verse.. My stepmum’s door was closed: I knocked, softly.“Come in baby.”I opened the door, and was amazed. My stepmum had transformed her room into a boudoir, with red silk sheets, red lights, satin and lace, her bed covered in lingerie, the door to her wardrobe wide open. She stood beside the wardrobe, smiling provocatively. She wore a black basque, matching black fishnets, thigh-length PVC boots, see-through open-crotch panties, a short, frilly and sheer black babydoll, long elbow gloves and had her. Had it worked? I’ve been trying for over a year to get closer to Moira, but was stuck in the friend zone for nearly all of it. ‘Well.. I ..uh.. I was going to raid with my guild tonight.’ ‘No, you’re not.’ She said, cat-got-the-mouse smile spreading across her face. She came closer, face an inch from my ear and her hand toying with my pants zipper. ‘I’m.. not..’ ‘You’re not. You’re going to make me dinner…’ hot breath on my neck ‘..we’ll have awkward innuendo ridden conversation, Well, awkward.