." Like what... ?" Like your father, Gabby... he's the town drunk... isn't he? When was the last time he worked?"Her truths were hitting home. Damn! M...aybe she's right! Maybe Mom did hove reasons for... for doing it! He walked to the edge of the porch and stared out into the street. Then, it's really dad's fault! He's to blame!... And, mom just wanted to get things for us kids... like her helping me to get my motor cycle! Christ!"I know something else, too..." she taunted."Lay it on me... too!". She'd been the most striking of girls, and there wasn't a boy in the school who wouldn't have relished calling her their partner. Melissa had been seventeen and he was just a couple of months her junior.They were both been captains of their houses, very popular with their peers and teachers alike. Although he'd never dated Melissa, she captivated him and he often imagined thrusting his cock inside her pussy while he was wanking in bed.Melissa was strikingly beautiful, very charismatic and most. I rubbed my mouth with the back of my hand. I was moaning a drunken near crying series of apologies. The clack on the table turned me towards my step mom.“I don’t think I want to.” I said looking down at the amber filled shot glass.“I don’t think you get a choice.” She said. I tried to will her to drink it. She threw it in my face.“Jesus!”“You can’t just pawn off your drinks. I’m pregnant, you jackass.” She told me softly. “Your mind stuff doesn’t work when your drunk. Good to know. You have to. I hadtwo desks set up along one wall, with a chaise lounge and TV on the other. Whatcaught his eye though were the toys. Dildos of all sizes, butt plugs as well.Clothes pins and clamps, ropes, tape, collars, gags, whips and paddles. All ofthem neatly and lovingly stored on shelving. I sat down at one computer andoffered him the use of the other one. He had bought a bottle of vodka onour way to my house, and he poured me some. As he saw I was still a bitintoxicated he started looking at my.