Kisses my face, light little butterflies of comfort in a circle, forehead to chin, and back. She licks up a tear from my cheek and brushes her tongue ...ver my lips, then melting, merging with me, lips to lips, mould to perfect mould. She is close, she is mine, she loves me and she will make it all right. A slender frame of hope, an angel in my arms. Guide me. Bring me back. Ancient floorboards creak as she stands up. I notice smells, vanilla, perfume, coffee. Yes, these are the fragrances of my. Her hands move smoothly, cleaning every part of your incredible body..... Sliding her hands between your legs you gasp and try to turn but she pushes you back...."I am washing you!" she says, “that will come..., be patient! You are on fire you feel juice start to drip from your slippery lips..., mixing with the water and running down your legs...chest heaving your nipples so hard they throb, waiting for a pair of teeth to gently tease them.....a tongue flicking over the swollen tips....... Her. And then he'd look at her and smile and wink. I'd never seen my mother blush before but he could make her do it. Every time. It was kind of neat to see. I felt good for her.Anyway, the bottom line was that neither of us felt comfortable with me calling him Dad and Doctor or Doctor Bradley were just too formal. Doctor Jeff sounded too dorky. We settled on me calling him Jeff. He would mess up my hair and call me Half Pint. God I hated that for the first few days. And then it was OK. I eventually. I walked past the photo shop but the guy wasn't there so I went to the games room to shoot some pool. After a while I glanced at the clock and it was now 11:00 so I went once more to the photo shop, my mind filled with thoughts of what to do once I had the disks.The assistant, Phil, was there waiting for me and apologized for being late but then told me he had some pictures I may like. He handed me the original tape as well as three copies burnt to disk. Giving me another disk he told me it.