"Depends what it is" I suspiciously replied. "Well... come upstairs and I'll show you". Even more intrigued and more than a little dubious, I followed...Paul up the stairs and into a bedroom. Typically for a house party situation, there were coats strewn onto the bed in a medley of colours; the droppings of excited revelers. Paul picked up a carrier bag and, after briefly rummaging, he removed and held out a bright red sash. "Will you wear this?" he said. "I don't understand. Why?". "Well, seeing. .."You're going off to school like a big boy, but you can't even do an adequate job polishing the silver!"?I looked a bit ridiculous, no shirt on, my gut (even at 18, Mother allowed little exercise) hanging out, and those ridiculous long-johns on, with the hole crotch!?Mother flicked the tip of my penis with a sharp red nail. I jumped, howling.?As I covered my penis, Mother reached up and tweaked one of my nipples. "Did I tell you to cover up? I know your lack of enthusiasm for polishing is. She had no problem taking three or four loads in a row without asking for anything in return, although most of the time he’d finger her or lick her twat until she was climbing the walls.Seth scanned through the messages one more time, with a somewhat heavy heart. He didn’t want to be a real dick to Lizzy, but after what had happened today—which he deemed to be the start of the sinfully illicit fulfillment of all his incestuous dreams—he knew he couldn’t turn back. He couldn’t go back to Lizzy. . “No,” the woman replied. “I’m with Revenue Canada.”And who said the IRS couldn’t learn more...Say thanks to Rick M. for these.The Obedient WifeThere was a man who had worked all of his life, had saved all of his money, and was a real miser when it came to his money.Just before he died, he said to his wife, “When I die, I want you to take all my money and put it in the casket with me. I want to take my money to the afterlife with me.”And so he got his wife to promise him with all of her heart.