He told my mom that her son was not a man but a sissy and the cop had fucked me before.Hearing this, she was completely shocked. James told her to coo...erate. Mom now became silent and told them to do whatever they want with me and got up to go to her room. But James told her to stay and tore open her t-shirt, exposing her body. He then removed her bra as well.Now, mom was standing there only in her yoga pants, completely topless. The cop then went behind her, lifted her face and told her to. What used to be called a girdle. I can hardly breathe in it." Well, take it off. What's wrong with a few curves?" It's more than a few." You're in great shape, honey." For my age? Is that what you meant?" Did not." Well, I'm not one of those twentysomethings at your office. They're not big enough to cast a shadow." Mere slips of things. They live on bottled water and salad." Was I ever that thin?"He laughs. "Did I ever have a full head of hair?" Here's proof." She picks up a framed wedding. .. harder shove it in, my love. Give me all of that big thing ... I love itttttttttttttt. No, no no, don't stop ... don't stop ... put it in more, again, again ... Ohhhhhhhhh.The sounds stopped. It left James hanging, seemed incomplete ... He thought he heard snoring.James went to his door, listened. It was snoring. Gerald, being a little worse for wear, had obviously fallen into a deep, drunken sleep after having satisfying himself. James felt rather than saw Valerie slip down the hall, then. The depth of Rachel's feelings for him and the contrast of his feelings for her was another sour spot — one he'd spent a lot of time thinking about lately. About two months ago Rachel began tossing the L-word around. At first it was just casual use, a giggling 'I love you' during particularly good sex or while laughing together, something he barely even noticed. Gradually, however, both the frequency and the depth of this expression increased to the point she was saying it every time he kissed.