"Sure, sure," he said expansively. "Hey, come sit on my knee, and then you can open it. But you should guess, first. Bet you don't get it, first time ...off. Hey, mind my glass!"Wondering what it could be, Maryon hastily had finished off her drink, picked up the package, which seemed light, and sat herself uncaring down on his knee so that she almost spilled the glass in his hand. Leaning around her he refilled both glasses and leaned back to watch her as she puzzled. "Hey, what'll you bet?" he. Rachel smiled a vicious ugly smile. “I never get tired of seeing men cry,” she jeered. “Are you crying because of the pain? Because it could be much worse if Courtney hadn’t been playing around with you, showing off and pulling her punches.”In my mind’s eye I could remember the fight. I could remember Courtney slapping one of my punches away, then blowing me a kiss. I could remember Courtney twitching her newly-peaked biceps, her fingers fanned out for show, before unleashing a flurry of. Preferably slowly dead, but definitely dead. And he would have that girl too. He watched the three women walk down the main street from his office. “I wonder who the other one is.” he mused “She looks like she could turn a pricey trick too if I could arrange it” He never was a nice man, but his avaricious nature had got the better of him; the more money he had the more he wanted. No, that wasn’t quite true, it was control he liked. Controlling the town, the workforce, the women.His wife came. We went to restaurant that evening, my eyes were on my mum most of the time, I started to see what my mates see in my mum, she was a rather sexy looking woman and she had a magnetism about her which was quiet infectious, and after seeing her in her underwear I started to have feelings for her which was far beyond her being my mum,A couple of days went passed and my sexual feelings started to grow inside me, this I felt was far beyond mother and son, it was lust and pure sex I was craving, but.