Given that; I’d like your participation. In this few paragraphs you’ll learn about some teased instructions prepared for her and I’d like to inc...rporate your ideas into these. I’ll give it about a week or so for folks to chime in, then I’ll start writing them in small bursts like this so I can include as many as possible. Have fun, go wild, be naughty! No s**t, no blood, no real torture. Otherwise, I might be into it ;)I reserve the right to twist your ideas a bit to fit the story arc. No. "Who is this, darling?" barked Weasel's new friend. She was slim and dressed in the skinniest of skinny jeans and a white cotton tee shirt. Her tanned arms jangled with silver bangles and her hair was expensively highlighted. She eyed me suspiciously. Competition.I swallowed hard to suppress a laugh. I had seen this many, many times before. Wealthy, bored women seemed to flock to Weasel's side. He played on their guilt in a way that only someone who was middle class and therefore accustomed to. "Look at me mom and tell me NOW!" he commanded. Slowly my eyesmoved from staring at my feet and in my mind my suddenly lewdlydisplayed toes, to James' shoes. Timidly my eyes followed up thewell-muscled hairy legs of my boy and when they passed over hiscrotch I actually felt a lump in my throat and my mouth go dry.For whatever reason, fear I assumed, I saw the ungodly heavylooking bulge of his sex under his shorts. I knew I had seenJames pass me by a million times yet I realized that never. ” she demanded.After she left the pain began to subside even more. It wasn’t gone by any means, it was just muted and in the background. It was not the first thing I thought of in the mornings, as it had been the last few weeks. It might be a good thing that I could not even remember a time when I was completely pain free. I could imagine me going into a tailspin of depression, if I imagined my life now compared to what it had been before the accident.So it was half way through May when I took.