There was nothing sexual in my awareness of my son’s erection. I didn’t even think beyond that moment, soon helping Michael into the bath where to...ether we washed him clean. His penis softened for a while but grew again when I wiped a soapy cloth around his groin. He smiled when I did that. But then, he regularly smiled. It wasn’t really that unusual.At one of the parent support group meetings, I was talking with a woman who had become a close friend. Marsha was a mother of a child with CLS.. This was going to be a fun afternoon.Because we both lived about a half an hour from our workplace, we decided to do what some people might consider shameful and rent a hotel room nearby. At first I was a little apprehensive about it, but I quickly gave in when I realized that extra thirty minutes to drive home might make me go crazy. I couldn't wait to get into our room, but the desk clerk seemed to be taking forever. Enrique put his hand on my back and gently rubbed it all the way up and down. I took a string of simple plastic clamps similar to clothes pins but more task specific. These clamps were attached to each other by wires and had conductive skin like material on the ends. I placed them along the inside of her thighs. She was so close to her orgasm. I used the instrument panel to change the pattern and frequency of the shocks. I placed my hand on her shoulder and once again checked her pulse and her circulation. She was ready, and the crowd that formed was mesmerized by our. I spoke with Anna, Elyse, and Jennie Sanders.Elyse was thrilled that I had called again and promised to write and said she was really looking forward to seeing me when I came back. Anna was surprised at my call, but happy to hear from me. She’d been dating but hadn’t found a guy she liked well enough to go on more than a couple of dates with. She hoped I’d be willing to see her when I came home, even if just as friends.Jennie Sanders and I talked at length. She told me about the conversation.