She knows where my eyes are. I catch her scent. She smells so pretty. Lilacs. I want to lose myself in her. Maybe she is taking me to the mattres... store? 'Too hard', 'too soft', 'just right'. Holy cats yes, just right! Wrapped around each other like two strands of spaghetti on a boiling posturepedic. Dancing. Changing positions. Eager to try everything. And anything. We could decide on favorites later.*blink* *blink*We walk past a few displays. I don't know where she's taking me. . “Alex, why don’t you go for a run or something. I need to take care of Cynthia, here.” Clayton took Mom’s hand walked her up the stairs. Mom’s pleased expression left no doubt about how she felt about it.I was not pleased, on the other hand. Separated from the fun I wanted to see if not join. Sort of. Maybe. I went for a run like a good little girl. Hours later I returned to a silent house. Mom lay dead asleep and Clayton was gone.-That night Mom and I talked over dinner before she went to. She dragged herself to the stairway and started up, then remembered that she had heard the man lock the frigging door. Crawling back to the body, she searched frantically until she found a key."Thank God for stone-age technology!" she declared, firmly grasping that vital key.Then she started crawling up the stairs and into the smoke collecting near the ceiling. It only took a minute to drag herself up the length of the staircase, and ten seconds more to unlock the door, once she found the. Then they asked me to bend at the knees so they could see how the material rode on my hips and buttocks, then lean forward at the waist to see how it held and firmed my breasts, and I did all those things totally unaware of exactly how much of myself I was showing, totally unconcerned at their references to my buttocks and breasts until Francine came over to make a point to Jeremy and actually cupped her hands under my breast and squeezed slightly, almost popping it out, "See how wonderfully.