. right?" He looks a bit shocked, but nothorrified, as I feared he might be."I am genetically your father, but I also carried you,and gave birth to yo.... The woman I told you aboutfrom Proxima... she's your genetic mother. Her namewas Karen. Maybe some day, if you want, we can govisit her resting place," I tell him.He looks out the window. I can see he's thinking."So you're secret was that you were not really aman?" he finally asks."No, not really. Not in my mind, and not in myheart," I. And anything else you wish to take...”I hesitated even after hearing the terms of Glenda’s residency in our home. While I considered the gift, I looked her over. The girl was about five feet two inches tall, no more than about a hundred and ten pounds. Her breasts were right for her frame, and her skin glowed with vitality. I could see that she was a natural blonde and her body was giving off pheromones at an alarming rate.Glenda was a horny as a March hare.“ ... Terry. There is nothing to. Come with me.” She escorted me past the women getting their hair and nails towards the back of the shop. As we walked I couldn’t help but look down at her ample cleavage encased in a tight-fitting red sequined blouse that was open enough to see the edge her red, lacy bra beneath. Her bleached blonde hair was piled high on her head. She held my arm tight to her side as we made our way into a small room and she closed the door. It was all set up as a one-person salon. “This is where we do some of. I saw that Titanic was playing on the VCR, the volume turned low."Titanic, huh?" I asked, sitting down in my favorite recliner and putting my feet up. I asked Sharon, "Have you seen this as many times as Laura has?" Probably more." She giggled. "Don't you think it's one of the most romantic movies ever?"I shrugged. "I guess," I answered. "The special effects are pretty good but the plot is a little recycled, wouldn't you say?" Oh, you," Laura admonished playfully. "Don't start that again.".