" I jerked my thumb back out the open doorway. "The front door was open. I rang the doorbell but no one answered. And then I was calling your name and...didn't hear anything."Adrienne frowned. "I was asleep." She clearly looked uncomfortable and exhausted. There was a bottle of prescription painkillers on the nightstand beside her and her abnormally pale skin made me worry."Adrienne, what's going on?" I asked with concern.She exhaled. "I didn't want you to see me like this."Fear flashed through. " But, are you sure? This way?" You lub me?" With all my heart." I lub you."His heart leapt into his throat as he listened to his mother.It was becoming clearly obvious that his mother wanted him to make love to her.She was begging him to make love to her... Or at least that is the way it sounded to him.His cock jumped and jerked as the meaning of her words echoed through his mind. She wanted him to make love to her. My God, he groaned to himself.Should he give in to this greatest of. The first was to wrap the body in a tightly tied blanket, or ground sheet, keeping the material close to the corpse. The depth of the burial should be at least six feet, which would save the corpse from being disturbed by ploughing, or being dug up by animals. The permanently damp soil of Flanders would keep the body cold, staving off deterioration of the flesh."In some parts of Scandinavia, bodies preserved in peat bogs have been found that are hundreds of years old. Chemicals in the soil act. "So you obviously like slips. Tell me more. How did you come to like them? Do you like full or half? "Mom was a full slip gal. She thought nothing of walking around the house in just a slip. I liked the way it moved on her, thought her sexy in it. Once I felt a slip, I think I was about 9 or 10, I knew these were special items. And as for the other question, I like them both, but I think I like full slips best." She could already see the bulge in his slacks. "Did you get to see each.