She sat back."Gene? What are you doing...how? You're just...." This is the dancing you do?" I have to support myself. I'm so sorry, I should have..." ... was transfixed by the scene. We all were. Gene's mother was a stripper? Gene's mother was hot. Gene's mother just sucked us off. Gene's mother just swallowed my load. Holy shit, Gene's mother was just giving Gene a blowjob! "I should have come around more but your father..." It's ok Mom. I didn't know, we were just having fun." Now she realized. The nurses were happy to give him icewater but said that since the kitchen was closed, they had no food to givehim. I asked about the snacks that hospitals always seemed to haveavailable for patients and was told that because Timothy was a countydetention center patient, nothing but scheduled meals was available tohim. Neither could he have TV, WiFi, or make phone calls--something aboutit all coming out of the county budget."But I can give him my food, right?" I asked, gesturing to the. 'Confidentiality agreement. The essence of it is, if word about this gets out to the press, or anybody at all, we get to rip out your tongue and castrate you.'I signed nervously. How much less anxious I would have felt if Dale had been with me. The Handyman led me towards the stage, but was called away to talk about food for the band the next day. He found someone to take me to a stage entrance, where I was to wait until called.In front of me I could see the Boulders' drum kit, a backdrop of. She whispered, "That was exactly what I needed so don't beat yourself up over it, although you might like that." She still had a few minutes left in our session so I attached my fully recovered rattler to her collar and instructed her to crawl behind me. I was hoping she was house trained because this room has terrible ventilation.Looking down into her puppy dog eyes, I spoke kindly. "Are you my bitch now, Candy?" Instead of answering, however, she bit me savagely on the leg, making me hope her.