I know if Dad had insisted, Mom would have been more than willing to accomodate him. At least that's what I think now after what happened with my Mom....ad had passed away unexpectedly on Wednesday and then I found myself alone at home with my mom. She was in her 40's at that point and she was healthy and still looking pretty good. One night she asked me to come to her bedroom just before bedtime, and when I walked in I got the surprise of my life. My mother was sitting there on the side of her. Her attackers had taken a perverse pleasure incovering her with jizz. Her hair was matted with it. It was caked over her body.The movement of the truck was different, the speed was slower. The rear door opened. There was light. A fork lift pulled off crates. Megyn waited in apprehension. A black drop cloth was thrown over her crate and the crate was lifted, Megyncould not see what was happening, where she was. Megyn heard voices as the crate was set down. Shouting, laughing, the crate. "Come on baby, I better take you upstairs and ravage you before I get myself in trouble," Jake said, carrying her from the room. Lana swore Judy looked disappointed as the door closed behind them.The rest of Jake's extended family was gathered in the living room, so he sat down on the couch when Della moved over, keeping Lana on his lap. Judy soon joined them, winking at Jake and causing him to blush.The group sat around talking, the first time they really had since Monday night. Jake and Lana. She stood up and stood before me with a big shy smile on her face."Back up a little," I told her, as I looked her over. "How tall are you?" I asked.She giggled and said, "I think I'm 5'2, my mom says I'm too short to be a model," she told me as she stepped back two steps."Nah, that was the old days. Models come in all shapes and sizes now, you have to have the look ofhealth and vitality," I explained. First, I'm a maths wiz and now I'm an expert on modelling."Really?' she said as I told her to.