.. ). Had I known what they really meant I would have went to the authorities. For the rest of my teen years I was subject to their advances and not o...nly theirs but their male family members and friends. Yes, they not only passed me around to them but also pimped me out to them as well all for their financial and social gains. At one time the three of them took me to an abandoned apartment complex where they had lured one of the neighborhoods mentally challenged guys. Every one knew he was not. I grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it on first. Since no one would see the shirt, I didn't see a problem with that. Then I pulled on the jacket and zipped it up.Looking at myself in the mirror, it was hard to believe that I was the one filling out the jacket and hidden behind the chaps. Never in my life had I thought I would ever dress like this.I picked up my clothes, left the bathroom, and headed downstairs. I found the girls in the master bath. They were taking advantage of the lighting and. Holy shit, I?m a woman, let alone my own mother. It began to sink in that I possessed the sacred body of her. I used to imitate her as a child, but this was something so bizarre and new that it took my breath away as I traced my thin lips with color. It was sudden as the mirror began to spiral and morph. A nauseous wave came over me as I tried to steady myself against the countertop. Oh Christ! It?s happening. I don?t fucking believe it. The white-washed cabinets moved around and darkened in. Both waited nervously until the door-bell rang at 7 PM. The men were very punctual. They introduced themselves: Omar, the tall black one, Kevin, the youngest of them, slim and blond, and Robert, with blue eyes and a shaved head, who seemed to be in charge. Attending to business first, he handed Brandon the receipt for the credit-card charge. This was really rubbing salt into the wound. Why would he have to pay men from an escort service to have sex with his wife? His wife, who was so beautiful.