It's the only clothes I'm allowed to wear here," he clarified, knowing that she would have trouble believing him."Why's that?" Because I work for Aunt...Kat, just like your Mama does," he answered, somewhat amused by her interrogation."Why does she make you a dress?" It's not a dress. It's called a shift," he corrected her gently."Okay," she gave up for the moment, not entirely convinced, but tired of discussing it."I'm hungry, Lyle. When can I eat?" When your mother and Aunt Kat come back. Until. The couch sat still made into its bed. We decided that was how we wanted it. Elaine took off her clothes except her bra and panties. Following her example, I stripped down to my boxers. We lay on the bed and held each other as we giggled like two youngsters who got away with a prank. In my mind, I still felt Sarah's mother hugging and kissing me. I wanted to find out what that was about. How was I going to get that answer? I was almost afraid to get alone with Sarah's mom because I didn’t know. "Jimmy looked at her standing there trembling, her eyes cast down, hands wringing her fingers and thought, "Bull shit!" (Well actually, that was the sentiment, Jimmy's Momma told him never to use such cuss words.)"So then what happened?" Well, the strangest thing came over me. He was lying on the bed with this big thing sticking straight up and I thought it looked just like a State Fair Corn dog and I gave it no mind but to get on the bed with him and to give it lick and a taste. I know that. Her arms hoisted high over her head, held fast by a steel cableon an electric winch, pulling her into a tenuous position up on the balls ofher feet. The cold concrete floor useless in relieving the building pressure inher shoulders. A symmetrical pattern of sixteen thick needles piercing herright breast. The outside of her left breast the current object of Myattention. The slap of My hand, the short flogger, the crop, a wooden spoon,all seeking out the same target. What was once pale white,.