Jeff almost blew my cover when he began to chuckle. He knew me too well. I talked to Jonathan for about twenty minutes. I did my best ‘aw, shucks’...shtick. I was truly blessed.When Jonathan left, Jeff shook his head.“That never gets old. How you can say all that with a straight face is beyond me.”“Hey, I see what you’re doing. You’re trying to get me to say something bad for your little docudrama. It won’t work, Buster,” I said, shaking my fist at him with mock indignation.“All kidding aside,. Love you."I probably should have rolled my eyes and snorted with derision at thelameness of the text. Or something like that. Instead, I read the oneright above it."Had a great time tonight. Hope your mom wasn't too mad. I love you!"My mouth went dry. Like, Mongolian Desert level of dryness. No. No. No.Stop reading this! It's fiction, all fiction. Geoff Barnes didn't send youthese texts. These sentiments. They were nothing more than the staticcreations of the wish. Just ... props. Set dressing.. I turned around several times, balancing on my toes. He was viewing his handiwork, and surveying his new property. He lowered my hands to about chest height and turned me around, instructing me to lean against the wall and to spread my legs apart as wide as I could. Sitting on a stool behind me, he inserted an enema nozzle into my ass. From an overhead bag he filled me up several times, stretching my gut like it had never been stretched, forcing me to hold it, then having me squat and release.. “I guess.” I said unsure, and followed her into the kitchen.Over the next couple weeks, while we were finishing unpacking, Ron would come over and do some light maintenance to our front and back yard and offer to set our appliances, and fixtures in our house – all while still blatantly flirting with my mom.“You don’t have to do that, Ron!” My mom insisted that he not, as he pushed his lawnmower into our backyard.“Please, Ms. Jackson this is no problem for me!” He started up his lawnmower and.