In English class I couldn’t concentrate on the meaning of a “Tale of Two Cities” when all I could think about was when I could bury my head betw...een my mom’s legs and taste her juices. It got so bad I resorted to jerking off in the bathroom two to three times a day. My greatest fear was that someone would catch me jacking it.While I played soccer I was not popular. For some reason social stigmas from middle school carried over into high school. Back then I had a stutter, bad haircut, and was. "No rush," I yelled back and started to browse. The store was chilly, like someone forgot to turn on the heat. I saw pretty much what I expected to see in a store like this: chairs and furniture from different decades, metal advertising signs, old bottles, toys, some clothing no one will likely ever wear again, and a Coke machine so faded that it must have spent its working life outside. What I didn't expect was the beautiful woman who came out of the back room. "Hi, I'm Kelly," she said.. Even this awareness is not stopping the lust. The need. The insanity. How can I feel in heaven when he tells me he will talk to me after my mother goes to sleep?My mother announces her arrival and all I want to do is crawl in my bed and curl like a ball and just think about what happened. I wouldn't even need to touch myself. Not at first.Can't do that. I have to pretend I'm fine. She might think I'm still sulking over my breakup, but I don't want to take any chances. I get dressed, and as I do. Ann realises that what Rhonda said was true. It’s only sex.“Ann honey, put that black one away for now. You should wear it tonight. We are having guests and I know they will love it. Ann nods and returns to the bedroom and change. Putting everything away except the black body suit and high heels so dresses in her short skirt and silk top. She decides not to wear one of the bras that they bought, figuring they will be home all day. They have lunch and Rhonda disappears and comes back in her own.