I'll take a bath after breakfast." Is your mom up?" I didn't check." Get her up. I'm starving."I looked down at my feet, tapping my toe on the ground...."She needs to be dressed." So do it."My eyes shot up. "Me? She's my mother." Like you didn't see it last night. C'mon, I'm not feeling well."I reentered the shed and found Mom's shorts and panties where she had tossed them the previous day. If she could take them off, why the hell couldn't she put them back on? Locked in her own mind, she somehow. .. but I was beginning to look like sorta me.After looking at my latest undamaged photograph, the Plastics guy said, "While we're at it, we'll try and fix a few of mother natures practical jokes," and then he laughed. The photo was from my high school year book ... and everybody knows how flattering THEY are.I don't get it.Get what?Oops.Leaking?Looks like it but that's not what I don't get.Well?I ... dunno ... I should dislike you severely.But you don't?No. Since they fixed your face ... I like. I'm just trying to get through to my sister, maybe she can pick me up," she sighed again, looking at her phone."But my sister, has come back to me saying she's not even in the city today. So I'm getting a few buses home," she said with a deep disappointed sigh, dropping her phone into her handbag."God this is such a fucking bad day." She said as she was about to leave the classroom, I could see it in her movements and her hand clutching the handle of her handbag."Wait, Ms Hayes. I can take you. It’s why my bees give so much honey and I’ll thank you not to criticize it. Now- get to lickin’.” Mary Helen ventured another lick, this time from the root of his expanding shaft to the tip, watching his face the whole time. As I watched her with my mouth agape it struck me that maybe she wasn’t minding this so much. “Come on, Sarah Beth. Start licking. Lick his balls or butt or something. I want to get out of here.” “That’s right little Sarah. You can lick my butt crack. Here- scoot around.