This story is about one of those times. I had an entire weekend, home alone, from Friday afternoon to Sunday evening in late spring. I started my adve...ture as soon as I got home from work by stripping off my work clothes, pulling out my secret stash, and heading into the bathroom. First, I shaved my face twice with hot lather to make sure there was not a single facial hair. Then, I rubbed hair remover with aloe on most of my body. I have been shaving my body since I started growing hair, so. “You’re not listening anymore.” She teased.“Uh, Sure I was.” I lied. She gave me one of those ‘I know better.’ Looks. “OK, I wasn’t. I was wondering why you’d never go out with me. We had a pretty good time, here, no?”“Well, yes.” She replied.“So why wouldn’t you go out with me, of all the times I’ve asked.”Her answer almost knocked me off my chair. “I don’t think you’re man enough for what I like.” She smiled so sweetly while crushing my ego. I was virtually speechless.“Wha, what?” I. Vanessa Benson was also heading back to the house now and she was about to have a very similar experience to her step-father’s. Not that she knew anything about that of course but none the less she did see a car that was very similar to the one she had seen yesterday parked just down the street from where she lived. And the image of that car passing by her car right now also left a very disturbing impression on her mind too - very disturbing indeed.Vanessa was still only less than five hundred. We mustn't do this", she stammered. "How come?" he grinned. "Because it's i****t? I just studied that in college, in an anthropology class. I just don't see what's so awful about it?" Donna gawked at him. Her eldest son was a lot more sophisticated than she'd thought. He'd actually been reading about i****t, thinking about it. And tonight he'd decided to give it the old college try. He'd deliberately tried to turn on his own mother, and obviously he liked it. "Some cultures allow i****t", he.