I felt that my uncle probably knew I was a slut. But I tried to play it off.“No, no. It’s nothing like that. I was just embarrassed when that scen...e came on.”“Chaal, its okay. Let’s continue the movie, Aliya.”The movie kept playing on and I got up to get water from the kitchen. When I got back to the living room, I noticed another steamy, sex scene was on. This time instead of shying away, I watched it completely.My uncle came closer to me and whispered, “this time you didn’t look away Aliya.. My parents had decided to move to Florida away for the cold Midwestern winters and I offered to buy their home that had been on the market far too long. I had grown up in the house and my parents did little to change it over the 45 years of my life. On the edge of town when I was young, the surrounding area had built up bringing the house more towards the center of the neighboring houses. But it was all that Midwestern living was about, small homes, large yards, and conservative neighbors. Being a sick child and having to take an assortment of drugs, which left her infertile, she knew she would not fall pregnant but the split condom would now allow fluid contact to run freely between them.His soft, well-manicured, hand slid up her thigh indicated, with a little pressure, it was time to turn over. Up on her knees, popping the press-studs on her body suit, she buries her head as instructed. The mattress dipped as he manoeuvred his way into position behind her. Her bum high in the. "I nodded. There wasn't any point in arguing with him.He added, "That means when you go to work, too."I nodded again, thinking of those lightweight, white uniforms and wondering how much of me would show through. I was very aware of how tenuous my hold on my job is now. But it isn't just losing my job that terrifies me. If I lose my job and can't immediately replace it I'll be in violation of my parole. I can't let that happen.I unfastened my bra and shrugged it down off my shoulders, baring my.