Whore. And yet, all I could think about was how much my reflection turnedme on. I found myself opening Jennifer's drawer, and pulling out her pinkdi...do. I traced my fingernails along it. I wished it were real, and thenI laid down, and sucked it, my pillowy mouth making the whole act evenmore erotic than it already was. My other hand, my free hand, was busytweaking my new nipples with my fingernails. I just laid there sucking itfor all I was worth, enjoying the feeling. I must have been. She would take play with herself using a vibrator or sometimes with her fingers.But now it's Christmas Eve night and she finished all her shopping. She wrapped up all the presents and finished all the cooking for dinner tomorrow. She couldn't wait to see everyone including her daughter at the dinner party. That night, she went to bed alone but with anticipation for tomorrow.Christmas morning had arrived. She awakened to the sight and sound of fresh snow falling outside her house. Once she got. On the wall hung the photo of the some Arab leader who Shannon assumed was now dead. She had seen him before, in person and was surprised to see his photo up on a wall. She didn’t know at the time she met him how important he was. Rich maybe, but not a man important enough to have his photo on an office wall. She tugged at the clothes given to her. They still felt strange, itchy. Shannon tugged on them as she sat on the metal folding chair in the middle of the room. The door opened. A. Aloud, he told her, ‘We dated off and on while I was in college, and married just after she graduated. Beth was born a year later.’ ‘She wasn’t on the pill or anything?’ Jennifer asked. ‘No, we used condoms.’ Then it was his turn to blush. He hadn’t meant to say anything like that, but it piqued her interest. ‘I hate condoms,’ she said. ‘I wish my mom would let me have the pill.’ He gulped. ‘I thought you didn’t have a boyfriend,’ he said cautiously. ‘I don’t.’ ‘Then why would you need to be on.