We think that's why you had such an unusual reaction to exposure to it. We believe it changed you on a genetic level, making you the girl you are toda...." Max rolled his eyes. "Not to bust up your pseudoscience there, Professor, but wouldn't a change in my genetic structure after I've gone through puberty not really do anything?" "I dunno. I'm a doctor, not biologist. It might have something to do with how you were melted for a while there." "Melted?" "Yeah. There was just a big puddle. And then I just kept getting more and more irritated with Abbott. I'm not gay, but his attitude on gay marriage was an affront. And then when Julia supported it, he looked a complete prat." He paused and I nodded. "And then there was that visa-check farce in Melbourne. So it came to me that we've got to do something!" OK. Every one of your points is valid. But your conclusion isn't. You can't start a revolution. You can't set the clock back. Anyway, where are the Ardlers from?"He smiled.. I can't ever remember a better one." She reached over and placed her hand on her son's cheek. Then she leaned toward him and brought her lips to his. Chris moaned as their lips mashed together. He felt his mother's tongue on his lips and opened to let it in. Then he pushed her tongue back into her mouth with his. It was her turn to moan as she sucked on it. His hand touched her shoulder, feeling the errant shoulder strap under his fingers. Deftly he pushed it to the side until it slipped down. Down at the water, he finds her sitting on the sand. He brings her a towel as she stands up. Her butt covered in sand and little else. He checks around quickly and playfully sweeps the sand off her bottom with his bare hand.“Silly girl, no towel. And by the way, a reminder that that bikini stays here at my house when you leave. I don’t want your mother thinking I’ve corrupted you.”“Too late, you’ve corrupted me, you dirty old man!” She giggles under his pats, wiggling herself around.“OLD MAN!.