" Sometimes?" he had snarled."Nothing is guaranteed," she had said. "But petticoat punishment iscenturies old, Greg...Gwen. You have to understand I'm...at the end of myrope. I don't want to see you in prison. I'd rather see you in adress." "I'm not going to go to prison, Mom." Please," she said, sobbing. "Do this for me. I'm out of places toturn."Mary Jane had cried, and Greg had felt something stir inside him. Hismother wanted the best for him. That's all. He had reached out andtouched her. I remember the first time I did it like it was yesterday. I left my door cracked open an inch or so and excitedly took my clothes off and got back into bed. My heart was racing in anticipation with what I was about to do. I pushed the covers down past my knees and with my trembling hand started to caress my already throbbing dick. It was so unbelievably intense I nearly blew my load right then and there but I was able to hold back because I knew an even better experience was about to unfold. So. They’ve been arguing about it all morning.’ And now she mentioned it, I could hear raised female voices in the background. I felt this was an easy call. After all, it was Gabriella that had changed her mind about moving out. (True, she had had some prompting from me but I failed to see that that had anything to do with it.) ‘Connie ought to have the room,’ I pronounced. Fran did not reply, at least not to me. ‘O Gabby,’ I heard her call in her sweetest butter-wouldn’t-melt voice. ‘Could you. Darren can't get her on our plan. The only person we know who could get her on their health insurance is..." her voice trailed off. I looked around over both shoulders and held my hands out to the sides with the palms up."Who?" I asked. "I'm retired. I'm a consultant. I go in occasionally when they need advice on something. And since the company was generous enough to offer me a plan I took it." You could have included mom on your health care plan," she said quietly."Sammie, honey, I love you.