"I went over and took the mistletoe and hung it with ease."Well, good night, mom." Wait a minute, mister," Mom said, lightly gripping my arm. "I expec... a kiss under the mistletoe you know..."I chuckled and leaned down to kiss her. As soon as my lips touched her cheek something came over me. I can't explain it. I slid my lips over to her lips and kissed her hard. Mom moaned. I slid my hands to her breasts and kneaded them roughly through her sweater.Finally I broke the kiss and let my hands. Bob helped her find a house and gave her a job at his new company.Judy stared out the window. She thought about what her brother did, but also what her mother said.“What did you do when Uncle Bob felt you up?” Judy said.Smiling, Betty said, “Nothing really. It wasn’t a big deal.”“Did you two ever fool around?” Judy asked.Betty took a deep breath and thought about her answer. “Uncle Bob and I were close when we were your age, but we never did any more than what I told you. After high school, he. Someone touched his forehead with cool hands. Tristan's head felt as if it was being beaten from the inside by a hammer. Voices and faces faded in and out and he had strange dreams. Sometimes they were pleasant ones, other times not. Many of his dreams centred on a beautiful alien with eyes of brilliant blue.He opened his eyes. He was lying in a sunlit room with a large window. There were chairs around his bed and a table to one side. He smelt a faint hint of spicy perfume and it niggled at his. Stuff like that." These were hers," Mom said insistently, in a tone of voicesuggesting that no more objections would be tolerated.. "She'sworn them. And there're other things just like it in her drawersand closet. All sorts of undies, nighties, lingerie -- she had herfrilly side. She just never thought it proper to show it to herbrother, that's all. She wore things like this when she wanted tofeel really feminine, sexy. Which you will want to feel too fromnow on. Feminine anyhow, so no.