I am your mother, after all. I then explained everything to him – the months of misplaced underwear, the nanny cam, and that it was time for him to ...be punished – and he stood there, staring at the patterns on the kitchen floor, turning redder and redder. I walked across the room."Come on," I said. "There's something I want to show you."I led him into the living room. On the coffee table there were several neatly wrapped packages, all light pink, the name of an upscale lingerie and bridal. I wasn't a virgin but sex had always been very disappointing for me. I yearned for the kind of sex that all the ladies in my hot, bodice ripping romance novels were having but I got was a very inferior brand of sex. Boys my own age had no self-control. Sex with them was always wham, bamm, thank you ma'am. Some of them shot off before they even got inside me. I suppose that's the bane of youth which wouldn't have been so bad if they licked my throbbing love button until I found release or if. I spoke the truth when I said that I wasn't going to hurt you. I may be a kidnapper but I'm not a murderer."With breakfast complete, I addressed a matter that required my urgent attention. The hire car needed returning to Avis. I informed Olivia that I'd be leaving her alone for a few hours whilst I performed some errands. Her expression told me that despite her hostility, the thought of being left alone in the house, unable to move, did not thrill her in the slightest."I'll be back as soon as. ‘What the hell kind of bullshit is that?’ I asked, almost screaming the question. I whirled around to face this girl I’ve known, practically, since I was born, who said we’re…wolves? ‘Real bullshit, Devin, you’re turning sixteen, you’re anger keeps rising, and your body temperature is too. Just like all the cliché books and movies. You’re becoming one of them, just like I’m one of them.’ ‘You’re…You’re a…’ I stuttered. She was a what, a wolf? Is that what she was saying? My brain didn’t.