When things in my head returned to normality and my smile returned, I was allowed to return to my old routine, of hanging out near the Biker Clubhouse... They were my new babysitters, Dad would honk his car horn and then I would wave goodbye to them. Arguments returned to the household and by the time I was thirteen, my parents had separated and were divorced. Unluckily, I was made to stay with Mum. I was always a Daddys girl, before my recent trauma, now Dad was gone. Once Mum forced Dad out of. She was on CQ (A form of gaurd duty designed to ensure the welfare of soldiers in thier quarters-usually a 12 or 24 hour shift,) so she had nothing but time on her hands. So as I waited for my laundry I sat there and chatted with her, just about work, and life and such at first, but as it got later into the night, the conversation got progressively more raunchy, and we started to talk about how we liked to have sex, and our preferences on what we wanted in bed. At this point I was getting. She had worn a cloak with absolutely nothing underneath because she would change into her gym gear in the change rooms. The cold air from the aircon made her nipples hard and rub against her cloak. She liked the feeling and slowly touched them through the fabric of her cloak and moaned quietly. She was suddenly horny and could feel the moistness between her thighs. She parted her legs and lifted her cloak to touch her moist, swollen clit. She closed her eyes as she lost herself in the. I pulled my hair back in apony tail and tied it with a piece of twin I keep in my pack. Looking inthe mirror again, I really wasn't impressed. I couldn't pass for a guyanymore, but I sure wasn't an impressive woman either. Even though Ilooked better that before the shower, I was still way too rough aroundthe edges. I decide to head out and find the guys, maybe if I shoot downa couple beers and hopefully got drunk enough that this would all goaway. Then tomorrow everything would be back to.