A mouse! Where was Tiger? Nowhere to be seen, of course.PaleWriter hadn't seen the mouse yet, but had turned toward me when I stiffened. He followed m... gaze and... ... and the mouse charged! Or at least it headed in our general direction. I screamed, "Eee!"PaleWriter was up in a flash, grabbing the candy tin from the side table, upturning it so its contents fell onto the floor, and slamming the container over top of the rodent. It was trapped!"Do you have something flat that won't bend?" he. . in a little while... when he's... uh, finished."Jason looked at his mother lying before him on the bed with her panties in his hands. He couldn't help but grin as he listened to her side of the conversation with his father. Then he pressed his head between her legs. He put slight pressure on her legs and she spread them wider to give her son full access to her body. He bent his head to her knee and kissed it softly. He then began to slowly kiss and lick his way up her thighs. They both knew. She was, of course, referring to her relationship with Alex. She still could not believe that he had actually moved out their room last month.His excuse was that he needed 'the rest'. She knew what he was referring to.Jesus! You'd think that I wanted sex every night!She found herself getting irate and fought to calm herself.She knew that neither of them were no spring chickens, but did that mean no more sex? She was only forty, not seventy. Besides, even when they did it seemed it was always. Varna turned back to watch the activity in the square below. Petara stopped next to her and they stood together in silence for a while. "I saw Minara walking around the market this morning," Petara broke the silence."Yes, I think she comes most market days, she walks into town from her mansion and you notice the people welcome her and she mingles freely." I heard she was the body guard to a neighboring kingdom's princess and accompanied her here when she married their prince." Yes, Petara, that.