”“I taught her some ... new moves,” Dad said, breaking out into a big grin.“Sit down, we’re making breakfast,” Lynn said. “Are scrambled...eggs OK?”The look between our mother and father was fascinating, as they kissed each other.“Are we going to have a baby brother or sister anytime soon?” I asked.“I am not only 42,” Sonia said, “But after having a miscarriage two years after your brother was born, I had a partial hysterectomy, so I can’t get pregnant again.”Dad was quick to remark, “It. It won’t happen again? ?Goddamn right it won’t. beg to be punished for your mistake? ?Please Sir. Punish your slave for its indiscrections? ?And what kind of slave are you, boi?? ?your worthless faggot slave Sir? oh god, what was I saying? ?ha, ok then. Go get a pair of dirty socks. Put them in your filthy mouth and keep them there until I tell you to take them out? ?Yes Sir. Thank you.? What was I doing? I crawled over to the laundry basket. I always. She was priceless.Susie greeted him with her usual warm smile and then looked at him more closely. "You're worried, Tom," she said.Tom smiled lopsidedly and nodded. "Later," he said.That remark might have been prescient as almost immediately Clive walked in."Good morning, Tom," he said cheerfully completely ignoring Susie. "I'd have thought your plans for the Scottish project should be about ready by now." Yes, they are, Clive. I was going to come and see you in a few minutes to show them to. "You'd like the look," she laughed. I relied, "Naw, not dressy enough for me - you need high heels to go with it." She laughed wickedly and said, "If you get off your young ass and come down here, I'll wear heels and whatever else your nasty mind wants to see". The conversation ended with me telling her I would se about taking time off from work, and make an effort to visit. I hung the phone up and cursed the fact my penis was rock-hard in my pants as I imagined how she looked, but decided to.