I stood there, feeling morestupid and worthless than I’d ever thought a person couldfeel, trying to think of something to say that would makeup ...or the humiliation I’d caused her. Then the dooropened.“You got a little TURNED ON? Is that what you said?”“Well, yeah,” I said having trouble making eye contact.“It was kind of hot thinking about… what you do withit.”Mom smiled at me gently, almost laughing. “Don’t k*dyourself, dear,. Her eyes slightly flared with anger, due to the obvious lie I just told or the image on my screen, I wasn't sure yet."What class is it for" she calmly began the strategic process of picking my lie apart. She's good at it. I couldn't admit to the truth this time, so I began my counter-attack."It's for art" I countered. She took one menacing step into my room and folded her hands under her arms. She was wearing a tank top, like she usually does while working around the house, and the act of her. I stood feeling myself get wet as the hand massage my thighs and I could see several guys among the spectators getting turned on watching me flash my panties at them. I won two more hands, getting another belt and one guys sock. I started to question the odds a little in my mind as I compared how much the guys had on to lose compared to me with their belts, socks and some with undershirts. When I asked about the question of belts out loud someone handed me my drink and I took another long sip. He sat on the sofa closer to the far end than to her.“Now, I believe you said that you want to discuss a problem.”“Yes. Two, actually,” Jake said. “I need to understand women better, and I want to learn how men and women are, well, intimate.”“I could see the second one coming, but the first one surprises me. What do you want to know about women?”“I’m not sure how to answer that. Maybe I should say why I want to know.” He took a sip from his water glass. “I know this woman. I can’t tell you her.