“Thank God it’s alright now.”“OK, that’s less than detailed.” Max shook her head. She blinked and nodded. I started to walk back to them b...t Sam’s eyes flitted about the room.“Did Alex have real cocoa on that list of hers?” Sam asked.“You know she did,” Max answered.I frowned. I tried to appreciate the generous, flamboyant, expensive gesture. I tried not to find the groceries and amenities to be an invasive act of demeaning charity. I tried to focus on the girl. Okay, yeah, that worked ... I. I gathered my courage and went into my son’s room. “Greg, I need to talk to you.”“Yeah, I kinda thought this would be coming.”“What?” I was shocked. What did he think I was going to say to him?“This is about what happened, right?”“Well, yes.”“It’s ok Mom, I already know.”I was very confused and gave him a puzzled look that must have betrayed the disconnect between us. “Wait, are we talking about the same thing?”“I don’t know, what do you already know?”“About you and Scott’s. I was going to have to learn a skill real quickly. You see, the very first question from Michelle was, "Dad. What was that thing in your nightstand that buzzed?"Talk about getting right into the center of a tornado! I felt like Dorothy as she was lifted aloft and spun around. I'd seen it many times in movies and in real life. You know. A kid asks a difficult question and one parent says, "Ask your Mom!" or "Ask your Dad!"That was my first impulse. "What the hell do I do now?" raced through my. Tillman stepped back a few step and folded her arms watching. After I pushed my pants to the ground, I stood straight up with my hands in front of my crotch trying to hide my still growing cock.Then she looked at me and said, "the underwear too!" But Mrs. Tillman..." I said.An angry look came across her face, "I didn't have any underwear on, and you looked at me! Come on little boy I don't have all day," she said.Out of fear I slowly pulled my fruit of the loom underwear to my ankles and stood.