I didn’t stop him until I felt him snag my nylons.With that I pulled my son’s hand off my ass and stood up. My son looked at me like he was in tro...ble as my skirt fell to the floor. The look on his face melted me. “Fine” I told him. I pulled off my nylons and panties for him, explained I couldn’t afford to have him ruin my nylons. As I pull them off my son gasps “Mom! You shave!” My face gets hot as I am self-conscious for the first time. I then tried, unsuccessfully, to put on my stern mom. Her light brown hair was lighter than normal from the sun. She made it all the way down the hallway and into the kitchen before I realized I was still holding the door open. It occurred to me that this might be some kind of setup--that it must be some kind of setup--so I snapped my head back around and looked outside, expecting the worst. I even walked out onto the porch to look around for the boogeyman. Why the hell was she here if it wasn't to set me up? But no one was there. I walked inside. The attack, enhanced with mana and shaped like an eagle’s beak, should have torn through Aithorn’s throat, but the elf lowered his chin to block with his helmet. The steel was shredded by the blow, just barely protecting Aithorn. It was not an injury, but it was a hit.Aithorn forced the young warrior back and Roc didn’t even bother waiting to catch his breath. He leaped forward to unleash another barrage, a combination of trained kicks and powerful jabs. His momentum was keeping Aithorn on his. I should have gone for a walk with Jo and Guy some fresh air might have done me some good.’ Jo was looking at Guy. He was quiet and seemed even worse if anything. We both sat down and Jo looked at Mike questioningly. ‘He doesn’t believe me,’ he said looking at Guy then at Jo. ‘He says that a beautiful woman like you couldn’t possibly be really interested in a shy, bumbling bloke like him. He says that you don’t need to pretend for his sake.’ Guy looked up at him, ‘Oh uncle,’ he managed to say..