I simply didn’t know what. She was a tall, good-looking, forty-something white woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. Easy on the eyes, yet unsettlin... in other ways. I didn’t like her, and I couldn’t for the life of me tell you why. While growing up in foster care, I met a lot of bad people. Both men and women. Lots of people in this world are two-faced. They hide their darkness from the world. The worst of them are those men and women with no conscience whatsoever. Scientists call them. She waited until she had our attention.“OK everyone;” she Monaounced, “let’s play!””What?” Rita asked. Strip poker; the proper way!” “Rina!” Rita gasped, “You’re kidding, right?” “No, I’m serious.” Rita and I paused, not certain what we were hearing was real. “I know that everyone thinks that I am a Miss Goody Two Shoes, but …tonight I want to do something wild, for real, not just talk like Debbie.” Her eyes had a certain fire in them; clearly she had made up her mind upstairs in the bathroom.. "I... I never thought it would be like that, honest, I didn't. Do you know that?"Kevin remained silent. She saw him kneeling on all fours over her, his face twisting lewdly, and her eyes trailed down his broad young chest and stomach to the rigid pulsating pole that stood lewdly out like a hotly throbbing sword from the soft shadows of his heated groin."I'm going to fuck you now, Ma," her twenty year old son panted. "It's time we got down to the real business at hand, isn't that right?". We began discussing the situation at hand, avoiding the overall fact that it was her daughter that I had just fucked, and Pam said to me, “Ok, I sorta get how you were at the mercy of those two little sluts. I am not real happy about my daughter riding you like a fucking cowgirl, but, how do we get past this?”I told Pam I loved her and that although this should not change anything about our relationship, I was sure it would.She simply just stared at me, a tear in her eye, and said, “I love you.