Jane went on to explain that the women’s club was an organization of women that sought to satisfy their perverse desires. Women advanced in the hier...rchy by recruiting new members. Before a new member was admitted they were required to consent to an ordeal called “being in service.” This involved making one’s self available for a series of sexual escapades at the hands of the senior members. The length of service and number of requirements varied based on the number of candidates, the number. He started to raise his hand to rub his eyes but a sharp pain in his chest prevented it. He let out a groan and heard a soft rustling to his left. Turning his head, he found his mother's tear-streaked face smiling back at him."Welcome back, honey," she whispered.His throat burned but he tried to speak."Shannon?" he croaked."She's safe at home. I'll bring her up here later."Zach sighed and looked questioningly at his mother."Hospital?"Allie smiled sadly and nodded. She got up and left the room. Now i have seen my mom changing in a saree or salwar kameez many a times. I have seen her in her bra and petticoat a million times. But this was different. I felt bad about thinking that way but then may mind prevailed. I started spending more time with her. One day i woke up early and she was cooking breakfast for dad. My dad leaves home at 7 every day. It was almost seven and dad was just grabbing a bite and said good bye to us and left. I sat with mom in the kitchen and spoke to her about. It might even be a better one, but tough shit."Have you seen the way cheerleaders -- especially the little ones -- get tossed around and grabbed?" she was telling me. "You're so little, they could throw you through the roof!"So that was settled. I was athletic; I was "cute." Most importantly, I was fearless. It also gave me an excuse to start hanging out with other fearless girls. While I still being mommy and daddy's little angel, I learned to smoke a couple of different things, I got.