It was a different kind of fear than the one that gripped me; more understanding, more experienced. I felt it all around me as Mother’s voice broke ...nd shrieked, the soothing tenor shattered. I learned of death, and I learned of hate. I hate Father! I cried, I hate her!NO! Mother screamed back, the agony wretched in her throat, You will need each other when I am gone! Gone?! I cried, the panic climbing my throat, Where are you going? Beyond. Mother said, her voice waning. No! I shrieked,. The next thing she knew, she was meeting him and they quickly found each other very intrigiing and very sexy to talk to. Before she finished talking to Bill, she took a chance and she lifted the bottom of the jacket she was wearing and let him see the waistband of the sexy satin thong she'd put on that morning to help her feel especially sexy and desirable. She noticed Bill's eyes light up when this young 21-year old intern was actually showing him the style and material of the very skimpy. Van Damm had to stoop to pick up the fallen scientist actually in the frame of the doorway, and as she did she raised her head to check around, lifting her helmet shield and exposing a small area of her throat.Which was where the native spear struck.She gave one violent heave, dragging the scientist back inside, and then fell. Ahlia, closest to the scene, leaped forward to pull them both back into the structure, but the spear lodged in van Damm's neck wobbled unpleasantly as he did so.Igwanda's. A bit later I turned the subject onto matters sexual, never far from the minds of teenage boys, and innocently asked if he'd ever seen his mother unclothed. I got a long response about how he'd become aware of his mother as a sexual being when he'd reached puberty, and how this seemed to coincide with her being coy about being seen in any state of undress. He told me that he imagined seeing her in her underwear and how frustrated he got when he found her bras and panties discarded in the.