What happened to change it is a longer and weirder story all by itself, but what matters now is that suddenly we have a cat that not only dreams, but ...ho can follow Jimmy or Christine into this..." she waved her hand around indicating the room, " ... environment. We don't know if they are the only ones she can follow, but we know she can follow them because, just like now when she showed up here, she can follow Christine from one dream environment to another. I don't think she can go anywhere. It was 12:30pm. His mom would be home by two at the latest, she'd said, which probably meant three at the earliest.She decided to compromise. "I'll touch it, 'kay?"He looked up in relief, but decided to press for more. "Suck it?"She took another deep breath and rolled her large eyes. "Fine," she agreed. "Only a little, though, 'kay?"He smiled slightly and took a nervous step backwards. She looked around the littered room. "I should wash up first 'cause I'm sweaty," she declared. She watched him. She reached down and kinda grabbed at my ass. I went to kiss her but saw her mom watching from a bed room window and stopped myself. This went on for about 3 months or so. We did finally start making out when we had the chance. One night at work she pulled me into the breakroom and we kissed for about 10 minutes before somone started looking for her. She told me we would pick up there after work. On the way home that night we stopped to get some ice cream. After that we picked up where we left. In the evening they had ordered in, Oriental, because Harry had bought a couple bottles of Saki. Warmed as it should be, by the time to turn in rolled around, it had made her a little tipsy. So perhaps she was a bit more relaxed, and uninhibited, than she might have been otherwise. It gave her a feeling both mellow, and sentimental toward her son, and his adolescent secret. It gave her the courage to face her boy, and put her daring plan into action. Otherwise, she might not have been as.