She had been making coffee during my little speech. I chose to sit at the kitchen table while she worked.“I think that is an excellent idea,” Maur...ne said.“Maurine did you ever have a nickname?” I asked.“My dad and my uncles used to call me little Mo. There was someone famous called Big Mo. I guess they chose it because my name kind of sounded like Mo,” she said.“I remember that nickname. He was a baseball player from the old days, I think,” I said it with a laugh.“If he was from the old days,. In hermind people cower when she speaks, They do not tell her to stuff it,yet I called her out in front of her friends and that did not go overwell. Smiling I left the club and promptly called Tom and told him whathappened, including her allegations. But he knows the truth because Imyself had told him. He was laughing when he hung up. The crap wasabout to hit the fan as they say.That night I once again reminded Tom about myself and the panty I useand why, and reminded him again that I was. "Things were worse with Dad than you told me, weren't they?" Irrelevant." I said. "Baba, I will need your assistance..." Baba?" He looked at me with shock and a touch of amusement. "You haven't called me that since my first day of kindergarden." I..." I had completely forgotten the infantile pet name. "Well..."He smiled warmly. "Nobody else ever called me that, Nii-sama." I'd be stunned if they had." I said clearing my throat. My voice was tiring already. "I need your assistance today. My voice. "Come in," she'd said, and stepped aside to let him in.The week before the hot water hose to the washing machine had blown while she and Tom had been out shopping and they had come home to a flooded floor. The water had also run down all the floor heating ducts and had soaked a good part of the basement as well. As she walked through the house pointing out the damage she noticed that the insurance man seemed to be paying more attention to her breasts than to the damage he was supposed to be.