It’s not your scene,” Amber said, wagging a finger at me. “Don’t you think I should decide that?” I asked indignantly. “Ok, don’t say I ...idn’t warn you. Go talk to Vinny,” Amber said, pointing to the stage manager. Vinny was what you might expect in a stage manager for a burlesque house. He was in his 60’s, beer belly, silk button-down shirt, gold chain, half-eaten cigar, and hair slicked back with enough oil to see your reflection. “I want in,” I said to him as I walked up to him at the bar. .“Mom?”Alison had no doubts. She knew what she wanted. She wanted to feel love tonight and her son was giving it to her. She placed her mouth on Eric’s ear and whispered passionately.“Take me Eric! I am yours tonight. “Eric was losing his mind. He was really waiting for a blowjob but he didn’t expect his mom to go even further! His heart was pumping like crazy as he asked again.“Mom, what do you mean? You want me to ..”Alison put her finger on his mouth before he finished his sentence and said. Before I could respond to her question, Carrie moved past me and walked over to my dining table and began to empty the grocery bags onto the table."What are you doing here?"Carrie looked at me for a moment and then said. "Well, you couldn't come out for dinner so I brought dinner to you. I would have cooked the dinner myself but I didn't find out about your injury until six o'clock. I have a roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans and a nice bottle of wine. Now, where can I find dinner. ” Hoots of laughter, the natural conclusion between the two partners-in-crime.I was left alone in our bedroom as first Jill headed downstairs and then Dee, borrowing one of Jill’s nightdresses followed her downstairs. Gathering my thoughts, I pulled on a bathrobe and headed downstairs so I wouldn’t feel quite so left out. Over the last few months, I’d learned more and more about how I had a deep-seated voyeuristic tendency, one of my biggest pleasures being hanging back in the shadows and.