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Steven and Mary
For the last several months Mary had been locking her door at night. She hated doing it, since it showed a lack of trust of her son, Steven. But he was in puberty now. She saw the way he looked at her, at how he tried to peek up her skirt or down her blouse. How he just happened to be lurking outside the bathroom when she came out of the shower. His hormones were raging, and it didn’t much matter to him that Mary was his mom. At bedtime, he now gave her lingering hugs. A year ago he hated hugs....