"I'm up for whatever the two of you want. I don't mind sharing, you know. That's what family is for, right?" I chuckled."Well, it's certainly an inter...sting way to look at it. And, speaking of looking at it, I think Ron should let us look at it when he's home. Maybe we can just all go nude?" my mother said."Well, Mom, you have some hot ideas, you know?" I said and she agreed.So, we all undressed and that began our home nudity which kept our hands busy a lot with all of us enjoying each other. .. thirty-eight? The last time I’d seen her was before her last surgery and she was um ... seventy-four. Right before my fiftieth birthday. I celebrated my half-century standing beside her fresh grave. She’d looked so worn and tired before that surgery. Too tired to come out of it, apparently. The woman leaning over me looked tired, too. I wondered if I was the reason.There was something else, though, besides her being younger than I remembered last. I didn’t remember her ever wearing her hair. ” The two men had stood and shaken hands with the “Telephone Guy” as he had become known by. Johnny went to leave, “Son, you will be very interested in this.” Johnny sat back down, “What have you found out about our phasors?” John asked.“You won’t believe this, but they are made in Georgia by a two-man operation.” Dave had set a box down beside his chair, “I bought 20 for an ounce of gold. Can I be reimbursed?” Dave handed John a phasor and a receipt. He handed Johnny a phasor, “Careful, these. Jones, I can be and would be the soul of discretion." Can you follow instructions to the letter?" he asked."Oh, I can, I can," she implored."Turn the lock on the door behind you." Lynn turned and twisted the lock, throwing the dead bolt in the door to his office. "Now, unbutton your blouse." She felt the warmth in her face as she blushed at his request, but she desperately wanted that "B." She started with the top button and unfastened them quickly, pulling the blouse from the waistband of her.