I decided the safest course of action was to just sit and watch TV with Mrs. Smith for a little while. I tried to focus on the TV but could not keep m... eyes off Mrs. Smith. Her bladder must have been bursting because she kept adjusting her legs and pressing her hands into her crotch. When the episode ended, Mrs. Smith stood up and started pacing, stopping and bending at the waist intermittently. “God Damn it, where is that man? I’m going to lose it before he even gets home!” She yelled, clearly. “You see the good in everyone, Angel. I think it’s one of the biggest reasons my son fell in love with you. Me too, as far as that goes. I doubt she will show up, but if she does, she does. I’ll be in such a good mood I don’t think anything could possible screw it up. Now, let’s talk about more pleasant subjects. Come to your senses yet, and decide to dump Mickey for me?”She laughed and Mickey grinned. “Not yet. If he’s not trainable, though, I might reconsider. Older guys tend to already be. And though a bit more glances from girls might've been nice, theydidn't mind it that way things were. They shot for the 50th percentile ineverything they did, even as kids calling each other "the middlemen." Mostvaluably, flying low meant they almost never got in serious trouble, evenwhen they really deserved it. Each was a pro at deflecting blame when thingswent south, usually onto the kids better known for causing trouble. Thishabit didn't make them many friends besides each other, but for. “What if we worked things out, so that ... so that you and Mom could ... have sex?”Session 44: The next time I put Lucy under, I ran the same hypothetical, just to be sure.The pause was shorter this time, but the answer was the same.“What if you and Mom had sex?”I smiled.“Wouldn’t that be incest?”“Yes.”“Wouldn’t that be wrong?”“Yes.”“Do you believe that I’d do it?”“Yes.”“In what circumstances?”“If ... if I made you.”Lucy, for all her submissive tendencies, is a real control freak.Me fucking our.