That's all."That is when it started, the flirting; something had changed so quickly since that day I watched him get off, it was as if he had known I ...as watching and it had the same effect on him as it did me. Felt as if he was reading my mind. Could my son possibly want to fuck his mother? He started giving me compliments, using words he never use to use, like hot and sexy. He made it very obvious with his eyes what he was looking at and what he was thinking about. It was that hungry lusty. Fortunately she didnt ask why I was late, just lectured me about how I wasnt going to get anywhere if I was lazy and didnt work hard and I dont know what else. I wasnt listening, I was still thinking about the naked girl I had just seen. No, not a girl. A woman. A college woman. I felt myself getting hard again in the car. It wasnt easy walking like that, but I held my book bag in front of me and reported to the office. After signing in, I went to the bathroom before I went to class to take. I was eating in one of the overpriced café restaurants that seem to populate all of Switzerland."Is this chair taken?" she had said."No, feel free."But she didn't take the chair to another table as I expected. She sat right down. To my quizzical look, she responded."I wish to practice my English." How did you know I spoke English?" Most Americans do," she said with the laugh that has become so familiar to me. It is a laugh that says all Americans are a bit simple, and, for this reason, quite. I snick in to the room and stood there for a while listening to her whimper and pray to god. I turned on a spot light over her bed so her body was bathed in a cool light but the rest of the room was sill obscured in darkness. When her eyes finally adjusted to the bright spotlight she looked up and saw herself in the full length ceiling mirror. She started to cry seeing herself tied naked to the bed (her hair had come undone and was now splayed across the pillow). I could see her stomach muscles.