It was a little complicated for a dumb jock like me to figure out, so I usually let these things run their course with no interference. I figured that...if I kept my mouth shut, I couldn't get into any trouble saying the wrong thing. It worked more often than not for me, and it worked this time, too.Besides, just sitting and watching Molly while she was otherwise occupied was pleasure enough for me.So there I sat, not paying any attention to what was being said, letting their voices wash over me. Someone that would not tell him or anyone else. Maybe if I found someone else I could stop molesting my son. As I sat there and cried my son got up and hugged me. I told him I was sorry and he did not say a word. He just hugged his naked body up to me and slowly I stop crying and hugged him back. Mom its ok I like it when you love on me it makes me feel good. I wont tell anyone you did this. I love you. I love you to john its just not normal for mom to do that to her son.as I say this john. "The reaction varied from blanching to closing of eyes to stifled moans. Alistair addressed his officers politely, tightly and evenly"Gentlemen, please excuse me while I take a walk with our distinguished friend. Sir, if I could?"And waved his liege lord to the path to the cemetery. An earnest conversation was seen to be taking place — rather one sided - the Brigade Major, Bernard Geraghty, remarked"I must learn how to scream in a whisper — handy to have."The wash-up pulled together the skeins. He attempted to step from the platform, but stumbled, almost fell, then clung to the railing looking dazed. Crystal went to his aid, but also stumbled, sank to her knees and hung her head."It must be a delayed reaction to the stress of the journey through time," the other man in a suit said. "We must delay the debriefing until they have recovered. Take them to their quarters."The car stopped at the door of a dome shaped building, the words 'Valjean, Auguste, Lt. Col., Test Pilot' stenciled on.