I was totally busted! All I could do was cry. I never admitted to a thing, I just couldn’t bring my self to admit to what I had seen, or done, or wh...t Uncle Mark had done. I felt so certain at the time that it was all 100% my fault that I just couldn’t say anything. Well Uncle Mark finally came out of the bathroom, dressed. He must have heard my mom scrrreaching at me, which is what she was doing. I am guessing from what he heard from my mom he might have realized that my mom actually knew. He dropped me back and I was on the street again, nearly two hours gone.I felt more threatened now as fresh meat seemed to be trumping the regular girls, girls who needed the money. We were getting ready to leave when a grey Mercedes van pulled up with two youngish guys in it.They obviously liked the slutty look and were direct in what they wanted. Willing to pay double for a threesome. I decided to up my price to a ludicrous £10, all in. This was it for the eve, I explained about Harry etc and. " Michael pushed me back down gently. "She's a fucking idiot, Kylie. Don't worry about her." What?" The girl stared at Michael indignantly and then looked at her boyfriend, but he wasn't going to defend her. "I thought she liked it?" My mom has two kids, all right? Not ten." I stared at the girl and then looked at Michael. "And my mom is not a slut. You think all black women are whores? My mom isn't, believe me. She wouldn't bend over for anyone, not even my dad."That seemed like a strange. ..because of that African guy who had this kind of cult?" That's them," my wife replied. "So, the same young black guy we saw a lot over at Anna and her husbands place; the one who obviously fathered the baby; I think he's doing the same thing with Cheryl and Doug now." Seriously?" Oh yes," she replied, and there was still that curious note of agitation (or was it envy) in her voice as she related all this."Hmm," I said, feeling that same erotic reaction on hearing this as I'd often felt during.