Sharon was back behind her desk, no more evil smile, just her usual openness. “So what do you need to know?”I thought for a moment or two. “Sue....She has to be my priority, so just what am I supposed to do?”“Easy, just be yourself, treat her just like you have been doing whilst you two are working, but every so often throw her a curve, have her do something, let her be herself, she just needs to be someone’s bitch, to feel owned, to her owned equals safe, but know this one thing, remember it,. )My next time with my mom occurred when I was 16. My dad was off on a hunting trip, if I remember correctly. Mom had gone to a party and apparently drank too much while taking some prescription medicine which put her on her ass! I got a call to come drive her home (wasn’t very far away) and I did, but it was very difficult to get her into the car at the friend’s house and then out of it back home.Finally got her inside ... boy was she smashed! Not passed out, but clearly bombed. I got her to. She reached for me then, allowing me to crawl up on the bed and take her in my arms to comfort her, while she finished airing her dirty laundry.My arms went protectively around her, and when Brenda melted into my embrace, the towel dropped away, and her naked body curled itself around me. Her small, perfect breasts were tipped with tiny, red nipples that begged for my lips. I could smell the body wash she'd used, and the fresh scent of her deodorant.Cindi dropped her towel and joined us, taking. "Hey ladies, what'' up?" Nothing honey, just drinking and making girl talk." Girl talk? What's that, code for talking about sex?" No, the lack of it" I blurted out.Matt made a 'give' motion with his hands and Marge brought him up to date on my sad story."That's a crying shame" he said, "A good looking piece like you going to waste." You watch it Matt" Marge hissed, "Don't you going getting any ideas." Oh I got an idea honey, but not the kind you're thinking of."Matt got up and left the room and.