I'm not thetype to give in, he told himself angrily. I'm a man! I'm a Gorean man!His eyes fell on the mirror that gave the lie to his thoughts. That's...nly the outside, he thought. It's what's inside that counts, and thisinside's getting back to where it belongs. He grinned at the reflection,which obligingly grinned back. The grin was unnervingly similar to theone his own body had worn when it had taken its leave of him a fewminutes ago.Right. I have a plan. Now, where am I? What is this body. . but nothing like this.It only took another thirty seconds for reality to crash into them like a meteor. He moved his arm and rolled to face her."I am so sorry!" he croaked.She simply leaned forward, pursing her lips and let them touch his briefly, before pulling back."I'm not." You're not?"She shook her head tiredly."Except that they saw us."He went still. "Yeah. They did."She somehow found the strength necessary to sit up. She made it look effortless."But they didn't stay and make fun of us!. And she would have to make sure the readers know that it was a true story. Nobody could know who they were, she and her son, but she wanted strangers, potentially thousands of them, maybe even millions, to know how much she enjoyed feeling her teenage son's mouth sucking the juice right out of her twat. She wanted complete strangers, men and women, maybe even women who were mothers themselves, to get off on reading it, and she would get off on them getting off. It was like Virtual. My need was to overwhelming I got up and made my way over to the tucks in darkness, the bus stop was illuminated by oncoming car lights so my modesty prevailed I took my panties off and hiked my skirt up around my waist and squatted down and peed like a racehorse, with a jet of warm pee squirting backwards behind me. I was about to get up when I heard a voice, 'Hello there bonny Lass'.I remained bloody terrified hoping it was not me he was talking to, but my light coloured clothing made it hard.