However, first I had to find this guy, and at the very least clear his name.After landing on Cyrus Three, at first, all I did was have my ship service.... While they were doing this, I interfaced with the planetary computers, to find out all the information I could. I found only one man of the name the prisoner had given in his confession. I found that he owned and operated a junkyard, along with his sister, in the very same town where the spaceport was located. He had never been accused of a. The photo made me pay attention, since Marilyn’s dress had been low cut, though not untasteful. This shot, maybe because of the angle, or maybe because they doctored it, showed an awful lot of very healthy cleavage.Charlie was pointing at the words. “See, it says that Mom is pretty but overly developed.”Marilyn came out at that moment to find us looking at the picture. I was trying to keep from laughing, working my jaw to keep steady. Marilyn looked at the Enquirer as Charlie asked again. I. I give it a few minutes to ensure mom or dad do not return and I grab her knee and pull her leg hard, half way laying her down. She is up on her elbows, laying on her back, I slide a hand up her sleeping flannel pants to discover a bald, warm pair of lips, my hand retreats. I never thought miss modest would be commando in the livingroom, she smiles and ask if I am affraid, grinning. Without skipping a moment, I pull my hand all the way out and lick then suck my finger. I smile back and say I. Pretending is just so weird, you know? And I waspretending about so many things. But if you pretend long enough, thendon't they become more real, I wondered?We turned with the music in time for me to see my mom with Margie andSusan. They waved and smiled at me and I smiled back. Susan saidsomething I couldn't hear to my mother. Knowing Susan, it was probablysomething smart-ass. Yes, Susan Estes was a smart-ass, but she was one ofmy best friends. Whatever it was that was said, my mother found it.