At rest, it lay at 8 inches. Hard,it must have been all of 10 inches, fat and round, uncircumcised. Iremembered his body, slight but firm, gray hair o... his head and his pubicarea. I remembered, too, that he always seemed to show affection towardsme. His entrance made my mother nervous, as I recall. On the other hand,there was warmth in her voice. Bernie, as he was called, realized that Iwas there and rushed to embrace me. Some pleasantries passed and we sat inthe kitchen discussing the events. The front door swung open as Amanda Shore stepped inside. She looked across at her boyfriend in the light of the candles he had just lit but she didn’t seem to see him. In fact she didn’t seem to see anything in the room and she didn’t even seem to hear the soft music of one of her most favorite tunes. After that first entry it was only a matter of mere minutes before Amanda was heading back out that same door with two very large suitcases jammed packed with all her clothes.As she was slamming. WHAT THE FUCK! My mom scampered. She got up and slapped him quickly. I flew across the bed and stopped her before it got worst. I told my Mom that we were going to leave right now. I told her to put her clothes on. Zara had this sad look towards me and angry look towards her husband. We were going to stay the night with them and fuck for hours more but we both put on our clothes and left for home. I drove my Mom home. She didnt say anything during that ride. When we got home, the house was all. .. I still can't talk abut him."I got up and brought the teapot to the coffee table and refilled our cups."You don't have to talk about any of this ... I was just being nosy."She smiled at me. It was a sad smile but how I loved her smile, especially when it was directed at me."I'm just not used to talking about my history. In these parts everyone knows everything about you. That's the way of small communities. That's not necessarily bad ... because people out here tend to look after one.