In the privacy of our own home - mother and I no longer played the script that life handed us. Meaning she did not play the matronly parent and I did ...ot pretend to be the rebellious teenager. Oh sure there were exceptions, where mom had to assert her mature dominance for whatever reason - but these were few and far between. No, in private we lived a carefree, loving and respectful life together. We actually sought out each other's company, we had fun together and we enjoyed just 'being'. We. What, you think that I wouldn't have needed them anyway?" So why the surprise?" I have been around enough expectant mothers to know that it excites them to see their baby's furniture. You're no different than anyone else."I got up and gave him another hug. "Thanks Rob."That night Rob cooked dinner. He told me that in my excited state, I wouldn't have been able to concentrate on what I was doing.The next 2 weeks went by very quickly. Rob was still busy with work and Little League. Mikey and. I saw three guys getting out of it as the biggest of the three very nicely asked me, ‘Is your name Mark Powers?’ ‘That all depends,’ I defensively replied, ‘Who wants to know?’ ‘Oh, I’m sorry, please let me introduce myself,’ the guy smiled, as he slowly, yet carefully approached me, extending his hand in friendship, ‘My name is Joseph Raymer Junior, and these other two guys here with me are my younger brothers, Nick and Zach. We wanted to thank him for taking down that monster, David Linder.’. She could have told me and I wouldn’t have broken it, but I’m guessing that was part of the fantasy. To have me break the rule so that I could be restrained. I smiled with a grin worthy of Dick Dastardly, the old cartoon villain. I felt her behind me before I heard anything. Chrissy’s soft arms wrapped around me; pulling me back tight against her chest. Her boobs crushed against my back. “How are you feeling? Sore?” “A little, but not too bad.” “Bend over. Let me see.” I bent at the waist.