Mother catches her son in his bedroom, incest stories, It was somewhere past midnight. A strong spring storm was raging outside. The sound of lightning and rain hitting the roof didn’t let Jane get her sleep. She finally go up, went out of her room and headed towards the kitchen, to have a drink of milk.
I turned restlessly in my bed. Sleep not coming to find me. It had been this way for more weeks than I could remember. What had dawned some time ago as an idle thought, had flowered into something else. Something all pervasive. It occupied my every waking moment. I was in love, intensely and irrevocably