I could feel the urge to move by body in unison with hers. I felt a hot surge of stuff shooting out of my penis and it wasn't pee. I didn't know wha... it was until she explained that I had cum, a new word to me. I could feel body juice flowing over my pelvis. She said she had cum too.Exhausted, we both parted. Before she left, she asked, "I want you to become my handy man around my house, if that's okay with your Mom." "I'll pay you well." she said.That evening began a training period for. “You're not just saying that because you're a boob guy?” Hope asked as she smiled at me.“Most likely,” I admitted. “But isn't that the reason you got them?”“Want me to be totally honest?” Hope replied.“Absolutely,” I responded.“Tit-fucking,” Hope shrugged as she looked away. “After Gary had bought the car, I really wanted to buy some expensive furniture I had my eye on. I went into the showroom of my regular place that I often use to show off houses. I couldn't find Janice, the lady that holds. “Devon, just please shut up.” There was a plaintive tone to Mandy’s falsetto twang. “I’ll do the gardening for you, okay? That’ll square us, right?”Devon laughed. “Fah, like hell it will. I’ll do the fucking gardening and any other chores I have to. You’re not getting out of this.” Devon stood fully upright in a way that was meant to be menacing. It kind of was. He said, “Now show us.”Mark and I glanced at one another and shrugged. What did Mandy owe Devon? What did he want to see?Mandy, only. I screamed like a bird that soars across the horizon. And all eyes were on me and I was dying in the pain that engulfed me and swallowed me whole. If only I could die I would be happy. Laying eyes on my son erased the pain and closed the wounds on my face and body, it breathed new life into me and assured me that our souls are real, and that our pain however intolerable is fleeting and not in vain. I was afraid to touch him as if he were made out of cotton candy and my fingers could reshape him.