Anger welled up in her again. The nasty fucker had molested her friend. That Barbara didn't care, even encouraged the molestation didn't matter to Dar...a's mind. Mostly she felt betrayed.Rolling her feet to the floor, she padded into the bathroom and relieved herself. After rinsing her hands, she brushed her teeth. Gazing into the mirror she noted her puffy eyes. From crying like a baby, she reasoned. The discovery that the love of her life had molested Barbara had devastated her."He finger. To make things even more embarrassing for me, even if she had her friends over, I had to stand there and pee into the jar while her friends watched. For even more embarrassment, I now had to call Maureen my “Mistress”, and I had to call my penis as “my little clitty”. I was also well aware of the fact that I would no longer to touch “my little clitty”, once it arrived. Anyway, while I was at work, the CB 2000 arrived at home. My wife had plenty of time to call her friends, and invite them over. Mom was waiting. Her eyes looked red, like she had beencrying.Mom made me stand still while she looked carefully at me."You look just about ready. Just two more things."Mom buttoned the very top button of my shirt. It made the collar tight aroundmy throat. I didn't like the feeling."That's much neater looking, a bit more formal."Then she stuck something into my hair. I reached up to feel what she haddone. Mom stopped my hand before I could reach my head."Don't you dare touch that. You may look. ..(Anne-Mal) Ah, Thomas' chat inspired you Bash!(Regal) *Chuckle*(Troy) Regal would make a good centauress!(Anne-Phorcy) LOL Man, pretty soon, with all these "franchises" opening, it's gonna be the Fictionmania strip mall!(Regal) Suits me fine.(*Julie) I'd want to shop there!(Troy) Oh yes!(Regal) It would give new meaning to a "One Hour Developing" place.(*Julie) LOL Regal!(Bashful) LOL Regal!(Bashful) Anne-Mal, sounds like my first customer.(Anne-Phorcy) Interesting idea. I know the bakery's.