Chapter 2

I get dressed as he closes the door and really don’t care if he goes. My entire life is an act, including being a loving sister to my brother. He’s convinced I really do care about his grades, just as mom is convinced I’m her loving daughter. If she ever suspected, she never let on.

I get dressed as the cum dries to my flesh and wish I could make the year move by quicker. For my plan to work, I have to be 21 and already know the place to start searching out my future husband. The bar is the place the Doctors go after work and I’m going to marry one of them. They have the money I want and I’ll make a perfect wife.

I hear mom leaving without saying a word and something I’ve never thought of comes to mind. What if he wants me to be with another woman? Shit, why didn’t I think of that before? I’ve heard most guys fantasize about it and it never really crossed my mind until now.

I don’t have any close female friends, or any friends at all. They are acquaintances to help me hide among the crowd, but nothing beyond that. I’ve laughed with them and cried with them, but none of it has been real. Not one girl I know has ever let so much as a slip as to having any interest in being with another girl.

I have no sister to take advantage of and mom can’t be seduced. She’s the only real choice, but I have to take drastic measures. If I’m going to be the perfect woman for my future Doctor, then I’ve got to experience everything he may desire, including being with a woman.

Blackmail is the obvious choice, since she wouldn’t want members of her church to find out anything she may be hiding. Ever since my father left, mom hasn’t so much as brought a single date home and can’t use that to get her to bend to my will. She may be screwing every guy in town, but she doesn’t bring them home if she does and I’ve no proof.

I don’t even bother with sneaking into her room, since mom won’t be back soon and there must be something here. Her computer isn’t password protected and I can see why. There’s nothing here. Not so much as a single inappropriate site in her history and I’m a little frustrated.

I search through her drawers and careful to place everything back in place. She doesn’t even have a single g-string and mom’s really starting to piss me off. There are no toys to be found anywhere and the only place left to search is her closet.

I’m about to give up and formulate another plan, but I find a box hidden in the back. There’s no telling how long it’s been here, but my guess is it hasn’t been opened in years. It’s free of any writing of any kind and I set it on her bed.