Amanda had brought her son the maid's outfit from the closet. She waited for him to wake up in the quiet room with the displayed clothes on the chair. The bedroom was bare of any furniture with only a mirror at the corner, a dresser and an ugly painting of a potted vase with flowers. She and her son felt uncomfortable in this room but nonetheless safe for the meantime.
They were hiding from her psychotic ex-husband and had been on the run for six years. This job at the Island resort was the perfect hiding spot. He would never think about looking for them over here because he knew that Amanda hated doing menial work as a maid.
The private detective she had hired had instructed her to be self-reliant, break her old habits, abandon her usual tastes and even change her appearance.
Together they had faced the threats to their lives and done so without panicking or breaking down in tears. They had experienced hardships, done odd jobs from waitressing, scrubbing toilets, living in cheap motels—endured dangerous close encounters—and survived. It was living day-to-day. It was living with the realization that Riley's dad might someday walk through the door and kill them both.
To keep her son safe Amanda had disguised Riley as a girl by making him wear a dress at all times. It wasn't that difficult to disguise him as a girl. Riley was nineteen years old and he had an androgynous appearance about him that could make him pass as a girl even without his shirt on.
In one incident when they were at the pool together the lifeguard politely asked Riley to put a top on because of indecent exposure. The lifeguard apologized for the mistake and moved on, but it had been there that she realised that disguising him as a girl would keep him safe from his father.
Her ex-husband was a notorious and dangerous arms dealer with connections all over the world. He had one of the world's largest fortunes but even he couldn't keep death away. Her ex-husband wanted Riley's heart so he could live a little longer.
The only reason he had had a child was so that he could take his heart for a transplant in the future. He had a rare blood type AB Negative which was almost impossible to find a compatible donor. So he had gotten her pregnant and waited for Riley to grow up to take his heart.
Her ex-husband was looking for a boy and woman. It was a clever plan and all they needed to do was outrun him for a few more years until he died. From the news she'd been getting from TV, it was just a matter of time before he died and then they would be safe.
That disguise was his only protection.
She finished her coffee and looked at her sleeping son's exhausted body. He looked like an angel. It had been years since she'd had sex with a man. Her own pussy was closed for business, for good it would seem. Her son lay there like a picture, not saying a word and not moving. Her eyes kept wandering over his body, and she had to admit he was quite beautiful. It was a delight to admire such a wonderful body.
Suddenly, the covers on the bed had slipped partly off the bed leaving Riley half uncovered, and when she reached out to straighten the sheet and blanket, her hand brushed against something very stiff on Riley's stomach.
He had slept with his phone again. When she slipped her hand under the covers to grasp the item, she was shocked to find her hand wrapped around an erection!
