Who was also my mom's best friend. We lived in a great neighborhood, so all the neighbors were close. Anyway she had husband who traveled extensively,...and a son that was a couple of years younger than me... but we all hung out together in one big group. Well we had been out playing baseball all day, so when we got home, we were filthy. Vicki (not her real name) stopped us at the door and made us strip to our underwear so she could throw our clothes in the wash. I felt a little embarrassed. "I was lead out of the room and taken to the Head of the Guard.The head of the Guard, a fatherly man named Miles, arranged for a room and clothing for me. Then he showed me the tool I would use for the next 10 years.A headsman's axe designed and made for the sole purpose of separating a person's head from the rest of him."There's not a lot of work for an executioner here," Miles told me that night as we dined in his quarters. "King Martin keeps his kingdom well ordered, and by and large, the. .. I wanted to trust it. It was very hard not to."Jason nodded. He had had that same sense as well."So... are you two going tomorrow?"Jason and Melinda exchanged a look. "Sure, I guess. Since you're okay with it now..." And I'm coming along, too." It's Jason's turn tomorrow," Melinda said. "Just so you know. It was supposed to be today."Heather paused and nodded. She looked over to Jason and smirked. "So you going to make me fuck you?"Jason's face went scarlet. Both Heather and Melinda giggled. Thatwas how I would put myself to sleep every night, picturing me withMother, at her vanity, putting her lipstick on me. By the time I waseleven or twelve that fantasy would end in a climax, and then I was offto sleep. It got to the point where that was the only way I could fallasleep at night.But I was too afraid to ever say anything to her. Because the idea thatshe might NOT react that way, that she would think I was some kind ofpervert, and therefore might love me less, was so frightening.