"With any luck, he'll be gone for a few years."In some ways that was music to my ears, but in others, it just intensified the pain I felt over Donna's... betrayal. Maybe it hadn't been deliberate, but still she could have stopped him, she could have fought it, but she didn't. I still wasn't sure what I was going to do, but knew that I needed to confront her.To put it mildly, things didn't go well. On the bright side, Donna had arranged for the kids to spend the night with friends, so we didn't. I didn’t even know the meaning of incest at that time. He told me not to tell this to anyone. He asked me to read incest stories as they give more pleasure. With his advice, I started to read incest stories. At first, I felt awkward and guilty.Still, the idea of having sex with mom, daughter, and sister was nice. It gave me a different kick, and I masturbated thinking of my professors. I don’t like to think of my mom in that place.One, we had a family function in our native. So, mom and I. It was hard to unclasp our hands to reach our respective beds, so, when we awoke the next day, we joined them, to feel each other on the future. Part II At the beginning, my work was simple: helping visitors and answering the telephone. Sometimes, they sent me material in order for me to type, like business letters or very simple reports. I hardly ever had to work overtime, so I returned to my companion early, to help her with supper, or with laundry, or just to have passionate sex with her. We. Saturday night came, and I walked to the meeting place, to find Shoshana already waiting for me. “Hey silly, I wasn’t sure if you’d come tonight or not. I was afraid I scared you off with all the fried food. Maybe you thought that’s why I am a bit on the zaftig side.” Zaftig was a word I knew. That, along with schmuck, had made its way from Yiddish into common parlance, so I knew what she meant. “You look wonderful,” I replied. “You wear those latkes well.” She smiled at me, happy that I.