Could she herself be the problem? Was she the one who was strange? Might she have brought the events of the other night on herself by being so uptight...about sex? The question preyed on her mind all day.She's always known what she had wanted and boys weren't part of it. But now, on the threshold of realizing everything she'd worked for so long, everything was turning out to be a disaster. None of her classmates liked her and she couldn't make any friends. Maybe she was going about it the wrong. There were other claims, though none so nice as this one. She held in a snort of laughter when she thought about his crazy idea of marriage.Why he thought it would be a good idea was beyond her! They clearly didn’t suit. She wasn’t cut out for taking another husband, and the thought of nursing a second man into the arms of God made her stomach clench. It would be bad enough if they loved each other, but he only offered a marriage of convenience, giving her all the work of a husband and none of. Mom tried to keep me happy by not wearing undergarments at home and allow me to touch her or kiss in the kitchen. I used to follow her to the bathroom during pee for sex but that was not enough. I told mom to stop taking lactation pills as I would get time to suck her and told I would suck milk in her room.I thought with me being there dad won’t have sex with mom. That day dad was surprised to see me there, sucking milk at night. He was kind of ok with it as mom told I came to milk her and. “When, how long and how many.” I demanded.Joan began, “About two years ago, when I was working, this man, Jack Williams, became a regular customer. He always flirted with me. He kept giving me great compliments, you know, how nice my clothes fit, my beautiful eyes, great figure. Things like that. Finally he kept asking me to have lunch with him until finally I gave in. He was really nice and I enjoyed his flirting. We had lunch a couple of times and then he asked to pick me up after work.