"Not so easy being a woman as you thought, huh." Hismother giggled."I'm fine." Paul said, not about to let his mother talk him out of hisplans to star... hormones and going all the way into full womanhood.He finished mincing upstairs and nearly twisted his ankle when thefirst shoe stepped into the soft red carpeting inside. The carpetingwent well with the Valentine painted on the windows."Can I help you?" A young man with greasy hair and wearing a\three piece suit said as he offered the two a cup. I shook my head knowing better. : could you go get him I would rather wait here at the door if you don’t mind.” “As a matter of fact, I do mind you little slut. It's fucking cold outside and keeping the door open is letting the cold air in.” Without any warning, he grabbed me by my hair and yanked me inside throwing me towards one of the beds. As I landed on the closest bed, I heard the door shut behind me, and heard the locks click. Fear hit me, I turned and looked at the man who now was. Despite them splitting up I remained close with him and at times he was more like a brother than anything else. At the time I often stayed over at his house some weekends since my school friends were closer and I could spend more time with my friends. It was a fairly nice august evening and it was pretty warm outside however I wasnt out. I was constantly texting my friend who was having man troubles and thats when it started.I was talking to Mark about my friends problems and it was sex. Waxy hearts stealing our tongues. Dressing for sentimental screws but never hexed by borrowed bats. *** (ANONYMOUS) Severine Heart lives in a novel called *The Seduction Of Severine Heart* by Rebecca Breton. Rebecca Breton is – in a sense – just as much a fiction as the lusty protagonist of that book. A pseudonym. A falsity created by the novice author to keep her foray into lascivious writing hidden from fragile elderly relatives. The novel was published in paperback by the Manchester-based.