As always, reader feedback is much appreciated. Seriously. It'd be fantastic to hear from anyone. Pretty please?Also if you're under 18 or living in a... repressive state, don't read this.The well-to-do, out-of-town guys are easy to spot. They wear cufflinks, and expensive shoes with well pressed slacks. They're hyped up, away from home and spending the company's money like drunken sailors.They're also obnoxious, I noted as the man with the grey streaked hair and the wedding band ever-so-casually. For one thing, the ten year old was aware of the fact that being in love with a callow youth like her uncle would never do. It was her duty to raise her twenty year old uncle's consciousness, and while she was at it, she would raise that of her mother and her father as well. She had a few more years at home yet, and they might as well be emotionally profitable!The door to her mother's room still stood ajar, just as it had been when she'd watched the final surrender of her mother beneath her. I could go and put some jeans on, NO, you'll go as you are we don't have much time anyway, go get in the car please.Walking outside, i opened the car door and sat down making sure my hands rested between my legs as i still had no knickers on. Mum got in an we drove to High Chelmer shops as she wanted to go in the co-op as well as some clothes shops. I had to grit my teeth and almost pushed my feet through the carpet as i tensed each time they moved, i could feel myself getting wet between my. Being competitive can be a bitch sometimes.I stared at Amber for a few moments like I would a challenge. I was a little insulted but I was more determined to show her a good time. Peeved, I grabbed her by the waist and led her to the dance floor. The bass pumping rap song meant the only thing we'd be doing was grinding our bodies together and making the situation more inappropriate.I sat in a chair at the corner of the dance floor and yanked her towards me, almost pulling her off her own feet..