I'd never thought much on the subject a' motherfuckin' t' that juncture. M' own mother warn't bad lookin'--she warn't real good lookin' neither, but s...me fellers might'a thought she was all right. Anyhow, I'd never really thought a' her one way or the other. She was jes' the old lady--same as she'd always been. I'd never in m' life been horny after her. But there was this magazine, full a' real life letters (I was a bit greener then than I am now), from fellers who'd been feedin' their mothers. She waited until the following Monday, wondering what Paul had in mind for some payback. "I have some ideas, but let's be honest, we both know that anything more than you buying me a coffee is out of the question," Paul said that afternoon. "Well, that's not really fair. You won the bet, and I should be the one to decide if your 'payment' crosses the line. So, come on, spit it out." "Something that requires you to be wearing stockings and garters." "At work? That's easy enough ... and. K. I am aroused but it’s not your fault. I will be ok with it if you are. It happens involuntarily sometimes.” She was embarrassed now and blushed. “I told you I am inexperienced with men and never saw a penis change like this. I wasn’t expecting this to happen, but I am fine with it…intrigued actually.” She was chatting nervously now. “This gives me a very good view of your penis and scrotum. I see the colors changing there. It looks different. You're getting a warm red hue there. Stepping under the water, he began to slowly wake from his slumber. The warm water cascaded over his body. Finally he was awake and ready to go to work. Quickly he turned off the water and stepped off, grabbing the nearest towel and drying himself off. He combed his hair and walked out of the bathroom, Twenty minutes later he was on his way to work. It would be a long hour before he arrived there, and in that time he had plenty of time to think. He looked around, seeing all the houses that were.