Kate was about to enter the bathroom when Billy passed her in the hall.  He didn’t sound happy at all and for the first time in years she felt a little ashamed.  Maybe it was too much for him or maybe he really was gay.  She shrugged.  It really didn’t matter, she had her life and no one was going to tell her how to live it.  She closed and locked the door and switched on the light.  She laid out her toiletries then pulled back the shower curtain.<br/><br/>The tub was deep and long enough for a good soak.  She made a note of that.  Turning on the shower she adjusted the temperature until it was hot enough, she liked hot showers, but not so hot that it hurt.  As the shower ran and a light steam began to rise she unhooked her corset and dropped it gently on the floor near the door.  Reaching back she undid the eye hook on the back of her skirt and pulled down the zipper.  She let the skirt fall around her ankles then stepped out of it and shoved it towards the door with her foot.<br/><br/>She looked at herself in the full length mirror hanging on the back of the door.  She was young and had a young, firm body.  She had always been active and still did sit-ups and a few other exercises along with a regular routine of stretching.  She ran her hands over her breasts.  High and firm with just the right enough curve at the bottom.  Her nipples peaked as her hands brushed over them and she felt that little ‘twinge’ in her belly.  Smiling, she turned sideways and ran her hand over her stomach; flat and firm.  Her skin was flawless save for a tiny pear shaped birthmark below and to the left of her navel.  But the best attributes she possessed where her legs and her ass.  Her legs were long and sleek like a runner or a swimmer and her ass was tight and firm.  Her hips were just broad enough to add the perfect amount of curve.  She may only be seventeen but she had a beautiful heart-shaped ass a lot of girls would kill for and low body fat to boot.  She smiled and stripped off her panties.<br/><br/>Entering the shower from the back she stood with her hands out to gage the temperature.  Then she moved forward, ducked her head under the spray, and turned her back to the faucet.  The hot water caressed her head and folded itself along her scalp until her long hair was pasted to her back and neck.  She ran her hands over her head pushing the water back.  Rivulets of heat cascaded down her face and body exuding a warmth that penetrated her skin and muscles.  She stretched her neck forward and sighed deeply as the steam enveloped her.  God she loved hot showers.<br/><br/>Turning she took the spray full in the face.  Opening her mouth she filled it with hot water then spit it out.  She massaged her face with her hands, then her shoulders, then her hips.  Now relaxed she went to business.  Reducing the water temperature just a bit she quickly shampooed her hair, rinsed then rung it out with her hands like a rope, folded it on top of her head and clipped it out of the way.  Using plenty of body wash she soaped her body from top to bottom paying particular attention to her feet.  Her feet were one of her own personal fetishes.  An erogenous zone that, she felt, never quite got enough attention; but when they did…well.  She shaved her underarms.  She ran her hand between her legs.  She did not need to shave there.  The Brazilian wax she got last week would last another week maybe more.<br/><br/>Kate used bar soap on her face to get all the heavy makeup off.  She washed her face twice and scrubbed her eyelashes with her finger tips to make sure all the mascara and dark eyeliner were removed.  She was almost finished when a vision flashed in her brain…a memory actually.  She paused and leaned her hands against the front wall of the shower.  Water rained down on the back of her head and she closed her eyes…<br/><br/>She was nine years old and her father was still alive.  The family rented a house on the beach every summer for two weeks.  Her dad would come out each Friday and spend the weekend then head back to the city until the following weekend.  Everyone else stayed the entire two weeks; including her uncle Billy who was twenty and in college at the time.  She had forgotten how he had spent everyday making sure she had fun.  He taught her how to swim.  He played Frisbee with her, took long walks along the beach, and went with her to get ice cream in the evenings after dinner.  He would go surfing with his friends early in the morning but spent the rest of his free time with his “little niece.”  It was almost like he was filling in for her dad until he arrived on Friday evenings.<br/><br/>When her father died two years later everything changed.  They stopped going to the beach.  She saw less and less of her uncle and then her mother married Frank.  Kate loved her father beyond words and felt her mom had betrayed his trust by marrying again.  There was a lot of tension between Kate and Frank right from the beginning.  He tired but she never liked him.  There was something about the way he looked at her.  But worse it was the way he treated her mom.  He was a bully and as time went on it got worse.  After he started drinking, Kate, on more than one occasion, ran away to her best friend’s house.  She was punished.  She fought back.  Her grades in school never really suffered but her behavior did.  Then two years ago she started hanging out with the Goths, mostly because of her best friend Temptress.  Gradually she embraced the Goth message and style.  Her taste in music graduated from Arrowsmith to the dark Heavy Metal bands of Denmark and Germany like “Black Rose” and “Pretty Maids.”  She listened to “Within Temptation” mostly because of the lead singer.  She coveted her clothes.<br/><br/>Last year Kate started going to one of the more popular clubs in the city, the “Black Velvet” club on the south side.  The club was a haven for Goths, Rockers, Vamps, Gays and “tourist”; business types looking for a little action.  Kate took the name “Dark Angel” and caught the attention of Jeffery Canter, the owner of the club.  She was a good looking girl and he liked having good looking girls in his club.  Even though she was underage she easily passed for eighteen and having the attention of the owner gave her a sense of power.  She got in free and drank for free.  The club attracted all sorts of clientele.  The music was loud, angry and sexy.  And “Dark Angel” did it all.  Kate released her anger through the music.  She had sex whenever she wanted it; with Jeffery or with someone else it didn’t matter; it was angry sex and it was good.<br/><br/>The hot water was running low by the time Kate stopped crying.  She sat on the edge of the tub staring at the fogged up mirror.  She was filled with raw emotion.  Some of it remorse and shame but most of it anger.  She was angry at everyone and everything and she needed to let it out.  She needed the club.<br/><br/>Half an hour later the girl who called herself “Dark Angel” walked into the living room where her uncle was watching a comedy show on TV.  She was a vision of dark passion dressed in the style Jeffery liked; part Goth and part high fashion.  Her black gown was tight fitting at the waist where the corset cinched her ribs.  Square necked and sleeveless it had one inch leather shoulder straps.  The gown flared at the hips and hung in long layers almost to her ankles.  A scalloped ‘V’ in the front showed off her laced up, calf high, Victorian style shoes.  Two wide black leather wrist bands with small silver rings at the wrists went with the silver rings on her hands and the black nail polish.  The wide dog collar around her neck had a silver ring on the back and thin straps with silver buckles on the front.  But something was different.  She was wearing much less makeup.  Only a moderate amount of mascara and eye liner.  Smoke colored eye shadow intensified her electric blue eyes.  Her hair was brushed back falling loosely over her shoulders and back.  But it was the rich red lipstick and the sheer black ‘widows veil’ shading her face that stopped the heart.<br/><br/>Kate looked directly at Billy, her face expressionless her eyes focused.<br/><br/>“Uncle Billy.”  She said calmly.  “I’m not going to the mall…”<br/><br/>