The guy you met at the Hilton tonight?" "Oh, shit. I didn't trash it did I? Oh, what must you think of your mother?" "Mom, I think you're doing it for...us, for me and for you." "Well, in one way I'm glad you now know. I never liked hiding things from you. And, well, now you now. I hope you don't hate me." "Mom, I couldn't hate you. I know you were doing it for me. Can you tell me what it's like?" She motioned for me to come sit next to her in the bed. "Well, it all started when I was at the pub. Sweta ki halat us din bahut kharab thi who chal nahi paa rahi thi us din maine sweta ko uske ghar tak chora sweta phir teen dino tak office nahi aayi teen din bad jab sweta office aayi to who bahut bujhi bujhi si thi who boli ki mere ghar walo ko shak ho gaya hai ki main koi galat kam kar rahi hoo isliye aaj kai bad main tumse nahi choodwaoogi lakin maine kaha agar tum mujse nahi choodwagi to kuch aisa karo ki main roshni ko chod saku to usne kaha main koshish karoogi aur phir usne apna. But this wasn’t a character in a cartoon. This was a middle-school girl in my garage, glaring at me as the fabric of her sweatsuit began to tear away around the unstoppable swelling of her muscular body. The sound of cloth ripping grew loud in my head as Becky Finklestein brought her arms up into a double-biceps pose while squatting down to inflate her thighs and calves. Finally, her sweatsuit burst into strips of pink fabric that fluttered to the floor of the garage.I used to fight other guys. This is public!"Barbara looks to left and right. "I know it's outdoors but there's no-one within a couple of hundred yards of this spot. They couldn't possibly see you."She wriggles across the towel to sit next to her partner, putting her arm comfortingly around her shoulder."Remember the first time I fucked you with our Massai Warrior dildo?" How could I forget." And how afterwards, when we were resting on the bed, I told you I'd got one or two more surprises for you?"Doreen blushes and nods.