I watched her have sex a couple of times. That first time, she did not know I was watching, but I watched from the banister as she fucked a guy from h...r high school on the living room floor. I was in my room when I heard funny noises and well, I was curious as to what it was. So, being myself, I went and peered over the banister’s railing, and there she was. She was flat on her back, legs spread wide and he was pounding into her like a jackhammer. No wonder she was yelling. It looked like it. "Karen tried to collect herself before talking to Catherine. "Mary here really pushed some of my buttons. I feel patronized. I don't weigh 800 pounds, but I look like a gorilla and she was so avoiding it."Catherine was over her head with this emotional storm, but tried to deal with it. Guessing that Karen was attracted to her, she tried something specific. "Karen, you're right. I can't know what it's like. However, take a look around. See how Mary's dressed? See how I'm dressed? Which one of us. As she continued counting her breast hurt like hell, tears were rolling constantly. ?On your knees, bitch, next 25 are for your arse, stick it out for us!? Her husband received a rod and stroke her 25 times more with it, leaving her with a dark red arse. Everything hurt. ?Please stop?, she pleaded after the last one. ?I will do what you want, but stop the beating?. ?Here’s an offer?, the driver said. ?If you can make your friend here shoot again, we leave the rest. What do you think? Speak!??. ." The word 'gay' sent a chill down my spine, as well as the next word. "...experimenting." It felt weird talking about my sexual orientation with my homophobic mother."Malik..." she sighed, wiping her face and sitting next to me. "...I've done way too much to prevent you from becoming like--" I couldn't believe her. I wanted to slap her right there."Mom!" I cried. "What are you talking about?! I'm not sick." But, Malik--" Being gay is not a disease," I firmly stated."But it is a sin," my mom.